On The Wings Of A Blessed Dove Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

For those of you people of the south who want to know
I received the news on the wings of a blessed dove.
Hearing it was like tasting honey on the beak of
A vulture for I looked at the dove and knew the past
Of woe and looked atthe birds that never carry
Any good news to anyone with suspicion.

Why should I not have been surprised seeing rain
That falls on top of a desert date tree making it
Sway this way and that, in the wind with joy?
For never in the history of my life had I been
Chosen to lead the majorettes with the mace in
My hand.

They have chosen me the riders of horses, that
Live in cyberspace and trot to the sound of
Visitors from everywhere, who come to the kingdom
Of the one-ear-ringed king, saying I am the queen
Of a kingdom that is about to be built.

I agree to serve with my all, for I have seen this
King with a hat for a crown, for there are no diamonds
There to be used to fashion a crown, let alone a tiara.
But, birds with feathers of velvet that when worn,
Render all the 'citoyen' to sing louder than the loudest
Of birds.

This message on the wings of a blessed dove, is
Fitting for the likes of me, for I dance the dances
Of the people on cyberspace, and let the world
Know that to marry a king with a hat for a crown,
Is something that blesses those who come, from
The mountain where horses are as many as dogs.

Next time you hear I am the queen of Bongo,
Know that I was Bongo bound even before I
Saw the king, for my dreams have always been
About kings, queens and palaces.