I had no name once, an unchartered maiden lying by the sea <br /> <br />Thighs spread wide apart, my knees high up, exposed to the Elements <br /> <br />Covered in virgin bush and thick forests <br /> <br />Like a novice whore awaiting her punters <br /> <br />I enticed strangers to sail across my strait <br /> <br />They said I was beautiful. And the veil was torn forever <br /> <br />I seduced them with fortune and might <br /> <br />My insides were ploughed, ravaged, blasted, gutted and scoured <br /> <br />My milkwoods felled, replenished with bastards <br /> <br />I was left lactating, outraged and triumphant <br /> <br />I cursed the strangers who gave me a name <br /> <br />I sank many ships and broke many hearts <br /> <br />And then we made peace, the strangers and I <br /> <br />For I saw them vulnerable as they came and went <br /> <br />They left me a beacon, my thighs spread wide apart, knees still high up <br /> <br />I smell of sea and sand, I sing with the breeze <br /> <br />Dancing a choreography of tides and fish and seaweed <br /> <br />In a myriad of sparkles and an orchestra of Coucals and Loeries <br /> <br />I am beautiful. They call me Knysna.<br /><br />Alex Fan Moniz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knysna/
