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Tomorrow is long coming

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Homesickness is a bird that sings to dawn
while its dark. Is the tree outside a forest
to itself? Or time frozen in obeisance?

And yet the distance between you & sleep
is somewhere between your nerves and
the cold sheets.

Beneath your bed the rodent of exile whispers
‘I’m just another rumour spread by loneliness,
I’m not real, I’m not real.’

Published in State of the Nation: Contemporary Zimbabwean Poetry (2009)

Tinashe Mushakavanhu

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In the House of Exile

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This town I have adopted
Snoops at me suspiciously
Veiled in the colour of its skin
Blind to my dark presence
Only the green of nature
Breathes out clean air
I look homeward and see no angels
Heol Pentremeurig is too narrow a road
As parked cars crowd the street of my life
Perhaps exile is only skin deep
Memories of home time will confiscate
The deep-freeze of history
This town I have adopted
Cobbled streets, here, everywhere
Is the masonry of centuries past and
The search draws me nowhere
Near kindred spirits
In this town I have adopted
“I’m the incredulous sneer
tucked beneath bland smiles.”
Published in State of the Nation: Contemporary Zimbabwean Poetry (2009)

Tinashe-Mushakavanhu

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Biography

Tinashe Mushakavanhu is a young Zimbabwean poet born in 1983. He graduated with a First Class honors degree in English from Midlands State University and currently reading for a PhD in English at the University of Kent, in the UK.

He co-edited with David Nettleingham, State of the Nation: Contemporary Zimbabwean Poetry (2009) and also co-editing with Caroline Rooney, Emerging Perspectives on Chenjerai Hove: Literature, Politics & Culture (2011). His maiden book of verse is titled Harare’s Lonely Eyes.

Tinashe Mushakavanhu

Tinashe-Mushakavanhu
Tinashe-Mushakavanhu

Biography

Tinashe Mushakavanhu is a young Zimbabwean poet born in 1983. He graduated with a First Class honors degree in English from Midlands State University and currently reading for a PhD in English at the University of Kent, in the UK.

He co-edited with David Nettleingham, State of the Nation: Contemporary Zimbabwean Poetry (2009) and also co-editing with Caroline Rooney, Emerging Perspectives on Chenjerai Hove: Literature, Politics & Culture (2011). His maiden book of verse is titled Harare’s Lonely Eyes.

Tomorrow is long coming

Enlarge poem

Homesickness is a bird that sings to dawn
while its dark. Is the tree outside a forest
to itself? Or time frozen in obeisance?

And yet the distance between you & sleep
is somewhere between your nerves and
the cold sheets.

Beneath your bed the rodent of exile whispers
‘I’m just another rumour spread by loneliness,
I’m not real, I’m not real.’

Published in State of the Nation: Contemporary Zimbabwean Poetry (2009)

Featured Poem:

In the House of Exile

Enlarge poem

This town I have adopted
Snoops at me suspiciously
Veiled in the colour of its skin
Blind to my dark presence
Only the green of nature
Breathes out clean air
I look homeward and see no angels
Heol Pentremeurig is too narrow a road
As parked cars crowd the street of my life
Perhaps exile is only skin deep
Memories of home time will confiscate
The deep-freeze of history
This town I have adopted
Cobbled streets, here, everywhere
Is the masonry of centuries past and
The search draws me nowhere
Near kindred spirits
In this town I have adopted
“I’m the incredulous sneer
tucked beneath bland smiles.”
Published in State of the Nation: Contemporary Zimbabwean Poetry (2009)

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 (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Tomorrow is long coming

Enlarge poem

Homesickness is a bird that sings to dawn
while its dark. Is the tree outside a forest
to itself? Or time frozen in obeisance?

And yet the distance between you & sleep
is somewhere between your nerves and
the cold sheets.

Beneath your bed the rodent of exile whispers
‘I’m just another rumour spread by loneliness,
I’m not real, I’m not real.’

Published in State of the Nation: Contemporary Zimbabwean Poetry (2009)

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