The Harvest by Sibulelo Manamatela

Sibulelo Manamatela | March 22nd, 2018 | poetry | No Comments


and on some days there is no night
before the sun can set my grandfather
plucks it from the sky and hides it
in the gap between my teeth
I chew and spit it out like sugarcane
it spatters across the sky
little suns from my mouth
crushed sugar from my teeth
he grabs a grain and plants it in my hair
and another another another
until my hair turns into a garden
and grows into candy floss.
when the night revisits
I shave my hair and harvest
the sweetness he sowed
i put it back in the sky
and the sun rises.

Poet Bio

Sibulelo Manamatela is a great lover of text; whether it be that of a novel, play or even music lyrics. She finds it apt to express herself and her narrative in poetry.

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