Some Poetry - The Hollow Dunes

This is a poem I wrote about a year and a half ago and came across it again last weekend.

The Hollow Dunes

The old ones have left, she said,

her eyes on the hollow dunes.

Their ships and gold they’ve taken.

With fire brands and wild calls

they’ve left.

She placed her hands upon the grassy dunes.

But the drums still speak,

the drums still call to me.

Away from the ocean.

Away from the sea.

The old ones have left, she said,

her eyes on the hollow dunes.

Perhaps they’ll remember me.

Perhaps they’ll open the dunes –

now that I’ve burnt my boat.

The old ones are calling, she said.

The old ones are calling, she sobbed.

I’ll wait for them by the hollow dunes.

Picture taken by me during a trip to the Western Cape, South Africa.

© Carin Marais 2013