SORE AT THE JOINT

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I am the one and only cardinal point
The wind vane, if you like
But I’ve lost my white lilies
And my rainbow heroine.

I may be numb at the joint
And in need of another hike
But when it comes to selling wellies
Even Rosemary’s old van can’t be the heroine.

Copyright 2010