Linger (Ode to Lucille) by A.D. Labuschagne

A.D. Labuschagne | May 22nd, 2020 | poetry | No Comments


Your scent lingers on my shirt
When you leave, I find you here
Like a ghost, you haunt the hallways of my heart
Leaving trails of fragrant flowers in your wake

My heart is a garden.
The soil was barren ground
But now flowers of hope
Are springing up amidst the withered grass
And heaps of dead leaves

As weeds are being uprooted
Pulled out from amidst the cracks
I find the garden of my soul
Slowly growing back

Butterflies playfully tease branches
Of lavender
As gracefully as your fingers
Caress the back of my hand
And run up my arm, and down again
Like a river from a spring
Emotions seem to come into being
Feelings never felt before
All I know, is I need more….

Honey bees are buzzing
Landing here and there
Spreading pollen, love and kindness
Almost everywhere
And amidst the busy buzz of busy bees
There’s only one thing I hear
Your soft and tender voice a-calling
Calling out to me

My little ghost
My butterfly
My honeybee
If there’s only one thing I need
It’s that you will promise me
That in the garden of my heart,
Your home will be
Just like mine in yours

Poet Bio

Andre Labuschagne is a poet, musician and creative minister from Johannesburg.

Andre has been writing poetry for a number of years, but has yet to find a publisher that suits his voice. Growing up in the church and having studied Theology, religious imagery and moral themes are often found in his work although the main theme of his poetry will always be the exploration of the deeper self and our purpose here in the universe.

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