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Imagining Africa From A Window

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The kitchen smells of cold
the sky is old blue
I’m not this house’s child

I want to be gone
out over those fields
where the tall trees call

Home, come home
in Swahili only I can hear
for the glass is sealed

If I walk and walk
how far till I reach there?
Those shivers of cracked stars

under the world’s end
must be my sea, place
I grew –

home, come home,
but I live in a snow globe now
and the glass is sealed

Pippa Little

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Fatouma

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You lift and lower me
into bath-water, ocean-water,
swaddle me in towels between your knees.
Sucking my thumb, I drowse
in your lap, ear to your heartbeat.

The nights I can’t sleep
I follow and find you,
drawn by fire and drumming,
sparks on my nightdress.

The day we drive away
hands waving through the window
I know nothing of never again
just as you know nothing of snow
or another life called Scotland.

Imagining Africa From A Window

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Biography

Pippa Little was born and raised in Tanzania. She is Scots but has lived mainly in England. A teacher, editor, higher education lecturer and literacy tutor, she has now begun writing full-time. Married with three sons, two in England and one in Mexico, and a labrador dog, she has a poetry collection titled Overwintering.

Pippa Little

Biography

Pippa Little was born and raised in Tanzania. She is Scots but has lived mainly in England. A teacher, editor, higher education lecturer and literacy tutor, she has now begun writing full-time. Married with three sons, two in England and one in Mexico, and a labrador dog, she has a poetry collection titled Overwintering.

Imagining Africa From A Window

Enlarge poem

The kitchen smells of cold
the sky is old blue
I’m not this house’s child

I want to be gone
out over those fields
where the tall trees call

Home, come home
in Swahili only I can hear
for the glass is sealed

If I walk and walk
how far till I reach there?
Those shivers of cracked stars

under the world’s end
must be my sea, place
I grew –

home, come home,
but I live in a snow globe now
and the glass is sealed

Featured Poem:

Fatouma

Enlarge poem

You lift and lower me
into bath-water, ocean-water,
swaddle me in towels between your knees.
Sucking my thumb, I drowse
in your lap, ear to your heartbeat.

The nights I can’t sleep
I follow and find you,
drawn by fire and drumming,
sparks on my nightdress.

The day we drive away
hands waving through the window
I know nothing of never again
just as you know nothing of snow
or another life called Scotland.

Imagining Africa From A Window

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Imagining Africa From A Window

Enlarge poem

The kitchen smells of cold
the sky is old blue
I’m not this house’s child

I want to be gone
out over those fields
where the tall trees call

Home, come home
in Swahili only I can hear
for the glass is sealed

If I walk and walk
how far till I reach there?
Those shivers of cracked stars

under the world’s end
must be my sea, place
I grew –

home, come home,
but I live in a snow globe now
and the glass is sealed

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