(with apologies to fanie olivier) <br /> <br />Already early in May you can feel the wind gallop, <br />it is already cutting icily from twelve o’clock <br />and blows sand <br />leaves and old plastic bags sky-high. <br /> <br />Across the street the neighbour’s drain is overflowing <br />and sewerage flows along at the end of the yard, <br />while the other neighbour’s wife forwardly winks at me <br />and she’s a flamboyant girl, <br /> <br />her husband is well built and somewhat angry <br />and she has got a teenage daughter, who draws attention like her mother, <br />dressing at times somewhat nakedly, <br />while the neighbour comforts himself with bottles of brandy, <br /> <br />sometimes wanting to know about his wife’s wiles from me, <br />when I see pain and grief eating at him. <br /> <br />[Reference: “winter” by fanie olivier.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-parody/
