Winter (Parody) Poem by Gert Strydom

(with apologies to fanie olivier)

Already early in May you can feel the wind gallop,
it is already cutting icily from twelve o’clock
and blows sand
leaves and old plastic bags sky-high.

Across the street the neighbour’s drain is overflowing
and sewerage flows along at the end of the yard,
while the other neighbour’s wife forwardly winks at me
and she’s a flamboyant girl,

her husband is well built and somewhat angry
and she has got a teenage daughter, who draws attention like her mother,
dressing at times somewhat nakedly,
while the neighbour comforts himself with bottles of brandy,

sometimes wanting to know about his wife’s wiles from me,
when I see pain and grief eating at him.

[Reference: “winter” by fanie olivier.]