Guess where I come from

She flirts with the sun

after the shadow.

And he only smirks,
she can’t feel love,
so the clouds daily weep.In her turbulent childhood,
Purari she raised
on a Crater of old, where
gems gleam at night.
And her beloved husband,
with one leg stands guard,
scanning over her curves
With an eye that never shuts.

And in his mighty one hand,
He embraces a daughter.
An evergreen green gold
Whose masses of berries
load grey branches heavy
and colour them optimistic
green, delightful yellow,
then rosy red.

But berries can’t fly,
nor walk.
So they sleep,
for the sun’s charm is meagre,
until they too
set with the sun.
Never to rise again!

By: Jeffrey Febi          12 Nov 2009

This poem was first published in the National Weekender, then on PNG Attitude (


About febijefwhispers
I love reading and writing poetry!

One Response to Guess where I come from

  1. Manu says:

    Nice poem…This is about Nokondi Land

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