When The New Year Looms Poem by Suzette Richards

When The New Year Looms



I'm inspired by acclaimed poets alone,
living an exemplary life ‘till now.
So many years had gone by in a flash.
Abiding by metre, sonorous tones,
for which I have nothing concrete to show,
except rejection slips. I'd forsaken
all my erstwhile friends whom time has whitewashed,
many being sybarites to the bone -
Whiskey-husky voices to Bacchus bow.
As the upheaval at Meiringspoort rash
but spectacular, where man drove his stake:
to trim as many spent dead boughs I ought
when the New Year looms. I quiver and shake
to find a fit for many random thoughts.

When The New Year Looms
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Meiringspoort/Meiring's Pass, South Africa: The gradual distortion and upheaval of the earth's crust formed the Swartberg range, with Meiringpoort ravine cutting through it. At least three different formations of the Table Mountain Sandstone group are visible near the waterfall. The pass was opened on 3 March 1858. It was named after an influential farmer from De Rust (a town nearby) , Petrus Johannes Meiring. It is situated between De Rust and Prince Albert. Many legends abound, including that of a wrathful mermaid living in the rock pool at the foot of the acclaimed waterfall. This is a favourite spot for picnics and New Year's celebrations.
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