Bossies by Pam Newham

POEM: Bossies

A poem by Pam Newham

BY PAM NEWHAM

It’s true what they say.
The African bush can make you mad.
Maybe it’s the smoke
from the wood of the tambotie tree
or the heat-shimmer over dry grass
or the umbrella thorn, misshapen limbs
etched against a pallid sky.

It must make us mad or why
would we sit in a hot car
for an hour or more
staring at a bush
under which all we see
is the occasional flick
of a leonine ear.

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