Is This Love I Thought Of? Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Bruised, mocked and finished, the day was
Brocken and wily I lied on the palm mat
At the climax disease deadly infused
This alittle child and carried another burden?
The loving man, like a king birds he was
And formally he and she name was rose
Leaking the skyline he belched and smeared
Then behind he staggered and I with hoes overhead
Down the stream teenager, along motherhood
Left opener of minds at fourneen, I did to love
If love was aman, is this love I thought of?
There coming from mapped soils achild and the burdened ahead
The way home we trod with him rat- tut- rockers
Quick! Quick! The animal could say and sped the marker
But with a burden then I took such a chameleon style
The hungry leopard, the bully lion grabbed and roared
As a mother resisted and in the lake of blood I washed my clothes
So is this love I thought of?