Margaret Alice

Rookie - 3 Points (The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

'31/08/31 Still Savage - Poem by Margaret Alice

I felt so empty inside, without anchor, without
visible horizons, like those long-lost pilots in the
Bermuda Triangle who reported they could not
use their compass, nor make out the difference
between up, down, left or right

I felt like crying for lack of direction, then found
André Rieu’s DVD ‘Live in Maastricht II’ a crowd
singing enthusiastically ‘Clavelitos’ and ‘Aviators
March’ - suddenly the emptiness was filled with
sound, gone the sad effect of

A lecture on the need to become cool and calm,
remaining detached - a feeling of solidarity with
the mischievous orchestra and lively audience
filling my heart, I danced down the passage on
my way to the kitchen, gone all ideals

Of superior dominance, I am still the little savage
enjoying life passionately, I am sure I shall wake
up one day, as sedate and collected and in charge
as you are, but until then I shall be me, laughing
and crying surreptitiously


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, September 10, 2010


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