White Rhino in Winter
And suddenly … clamped on road side,
zooless – but ours for the viewing,
prehistoric pedestrian – pavement slab for hide,
blank blinkers stare seemingly – at nothing.
Handicapped horn bent towards winter earth,
the haunting whisper of captivated guide,
“She carried two calves for fourteen months,
– she lost them last week to a pride.”
Mother’s eyes on sun drenched winter evening.
Weighted monument in mourning.
Jan Moran Neil – World Wide Writers Prize Giving Anthology and also published in Gill Hartley’s ‘Aspects of Loss’ available on Amazon.
With Rhinos on my mind. Having seen truck loads of white rhino and two black rhino in Kruger National Park last week courtesy of the mighty ranger: Jacob at Jock Safari Lodge. Seeing this man shift a ton of stubborn rhino on the road with care, skill and quiet authority is a poem I have in the making. So watch this space and email me if you would like more info’ on Creative Ink classes starting in January/Tuesdays/ Get Inspired and Thursdays/Get that Book Out of You – both running for five weeks at the Fitzwilliams Centre, Beaconsfield.