Cashew Tree Poem by Vera Dike
Cashew Tree
Cashew tree
The cashew tree roots
in compound - which
no longer
belongs to a Man
Memento
silent witness of impermanence
of life
The Bush found its way
to an abandoned house
Violent beauty, wild
primitive and raw
conquered back its teritory
inch after inch
and declamed the independence
The rising sun reflects
in the puddles
and turned them
to the pools of blood
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Wow, this poem is full of interesting and graphic images! Well done, Vera. I'm wondering what history led you to write this. Cashew trees grow in hot, tropical places. Have you read my Walnut Tree?
Hello, not Yet. MY reasons to write cashew tree were several, its reflection of politic situation and conseguences of colonialism in so called third world, The cobseguences in Africa and India were enormous and the destablishment of enviroment we can see till now, as well as civil wars: /