WHITE WITCHES IN THE WIND

Up the dark and barricaded staircase
with a monitor well focused between their legs
they came to digest an ego
caress ten long fingers flaming at the tips

Imbibe bright juice
heal a chequered heart
mount the focused quartz
don the weathered leather

As African hero’s of the past stare
Through windows draped in white chiffon

They smooth peppercorn hair
in ecstasies of bliss as delicate oil
flare their nostrils, ignite their liver
while township youth play dice upstairs

Modelling their future on one man alone
as jazz tunes are whistled from corners
the piano remains covered in velvet
with a white knight trying some stunts

And a wizard talks tales of Mecca
then prays on centre stage

They twist locks and slit bars
violet suns stream in
all is touched with gold as he glances
at their toes, skirmishes their
breasts in figures of eight

On a path to the beyond
White witches in the wind

©GhairoDanielsPoetry2003