mariechantal tuyisabe

The Baboons - Poem by mariechantal tuyisabe

on a glare-warm day, I whatched baboons
Baboons whose holes looked like a pink ball
They crawled to ward our sugar-cane field-wall,
And I laid planted behind the anthill-haze
Still planted, I questioned myself and dazed
'What if they break and braid me into a vale?
Will they shake me like winds do to a kale?
May be I have to be brave unlike Joy'sbays'
The orange clouds swallowed the sun half-chewed,
And a tender-soft breeze caressed my cheeks
While the baboons besieged the canes still
The canes were harvested afresh like last weeks,
And in dissappointment, father would be sued
But, the truth was that I was bounded without a skill.

Poet's Notes about The Poem


Comments about The Baboons by mariechantal tuyisabe

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

[Report Error]