Poem of the Month – December 2020
– From The Mountain Behind the House, by Kobus Moolman
There is no mountain at the front of our new house.
There are only birds and thin fever trees.
There are only small stones and the shouts of children.
At the back of our new house is where the mountain lives.
The mountain with its hard high forehead.
The mountain with its infinite number of steps into the clouds.
At the back of our house there is the mountain.
And small plants that survive only on air.
And yellow fish that undress behind the curtain of the wind.