Kasaba Bay
Bats pour like furry water
from a crack beneath
our rondavel’s tin roof
as sunset eases sweltering heat.
Slip-streamed by stink of mosquito-
blood guano they fall and fly
in a whispering, leather-scuffed, silver river,
Colours evaporate;
shadows slink into listening.
Elephants step soft-footed
centre stage, picking high pods
from spine-guarded filigree acacias.
Pennant winged nightjars’ silhouettes
bob against indigo imagination
like Hammer Horror elastic vampires
archived in black and white.
Myfanwy Fox can’t remember if she learned the rules in the first place before forgetting them. She blogs on poetry and other things at Fox Tales.