Ke-Clang, Ke-Clang Poem by Margaret Alice

Ke-clang, ke-clang, Margaret Alice going
down the passage, a trolley with a box,
ke-clang, ke-clang, coming back again,
singing and clanging as far as she goes,
happy to say her office has been cleared

Tomorrow the crocodile family will drive
down to the sea-side, see Namaqualand,
visit the Augrabies Waterfall, watch the
sun playing games rising and sinking
over the Atlantic, jump into the freezing

Waves just to say that we can, listening
to the GPS lady directing us with her
enchanting voice, laughing uproariously
when she gets angry as we ignore her
advice, knowing when we get back

A new era will start in the office, in Kingsley
we trust, may we be blessed and happy
back in the fold with the rest of Arts and
Culture, having been isolated for three
years - without back-up…