Home in Cape Town
When Kate Wills moved to a new school as she was turning 14, she and her class were thrown into the deep end of poetry. The response which Kate produced was, for her old grandpa, quite stunning.
"We had to do five different kinds of poems" she explained, "such as Tanka, Haiku, Cinquain etc. The subject I chose was THE CITY and here are my poems."
In the interests of poetry, you may understand why a grandfather should feel so proud of her efforts.
The City
(1) TOURISTS
Tourists swarming to the beaded markets;
Bees drawn to pollen.
(2) CITY LIVES
Daylight fades away
Replaced by bright, neon lights
Like African stars
Leading slow, dark shadows home
They sleep as the city lives.
(3) ALONE
Did you ever see a leaf floating on the breeze in a busy city?
Out of place, silent, lost, alone.
(4) CAPE TOWN
Cape Town bright, inviting
moving, creating, knowing
hiding long lost secrets
alive.
(5) SPEEDING COLOURS
city, work, drive, car
robot, red, stop
green, fast, black, tar
blue, red, cop.
For grandpa, the above five are better than an Eng. Lit. (Hons.) 500-word essay on '"The Metropolis as I see it."
