2011/03/13 King Of Storms Poem by Margaret Alice

No-one shall ever be able to make you feel the
admiration I felt as a child when older brother met
nieces - guitars playing in unison, singing songs I
cannot recall - only the joy of seeing gods on
earth charming each other

Nobody can ever measure the depth, height and
size of the very young child’s admiration for their
talented elders – later they trimmed my brother’s
hair with a razor, the very same Susan and Ria
known as ‘Sannetjie en Ria’

Susan with black, enticing hair, the blonde Ria -
they sang like angels – together with Martie, their
elder sister married to my uncle – a dreamer who
bought a train set, painstakingly kept cleaning
it when I first took an interest in him

Oh, wow, memories can be the best part of life -
shivers and frissons, books that have been read,
together form a wonderful memoir of dreams, a
way to escape everything that did not chime
with visions of a new world

A new universe where mother was Queen of song
and music, brother was King; dad was King of
Storms, Poseidon himself, causing waves of
chaos to undulate through the lives of
everyone who loved him

Even my Scorpion uncle and his progeny, Gerhard
especially; played a role in this – my personal
myth, my very own Odyssey – a quest for the
golden fleece - or even – our Lord’s
golden chalice…