Martin Lochner

Rookie (28 April 1978 / De Doorns)

That Old Space - Poem by Martin Lochner

that old space

the old farm kitchen opens up

with the smell of mahogany and onion peel

sitting at the robust table with seven generations

of scars on its polished face

Grandmothers switch blade poke in the wood after

Striking against the chauvinist pigs sharing the table

great grandfathers angry rifle stub marking after

the loss against the British for Bloemfontein

the cigarette burn on father’s side when mother cried

uncontrollably when father got shot on the border

the legacy carved into the wooden memory of a family

that may live forever.


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  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (2/5/2011 6:05:00 PM)

    old places and spaces speak of so many histories and unspoken words, sometimes it brings pain remembering them, but those are what shaped an individual. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 5, 2011

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