WHEN THE NEWS BROKE

When the news broke, we danced.
I danced beneath an alien sky.

Plants bloomed: I tasted guavas
firm and sharp upon my tongue.

Trees flung their roots into the air,
rivers reversed to flow uphill,

stars spun cartwheels, the moon
embraced the sun and clouds

kissed the mountain when the
news broke. Born in freedom, now

we owned our freedom. We clasped
our hands in prayer with the dead.

When the news broke, we sang.
I sang, softly, long forgotten songs.


MARIAN CHRISTIE is from Zimbabwe but now lives in North East Scotland, where she is studying for a Masters in Creative Writing with the Open University. Her delight in patterns of all forms finds its expression in mathematics, astronomy and crochet as well as in reading and writing poetry.