You were carefully cunning with your craft my bewitching one
How you cast a spell on me like it was not a burden
Made it all enchanting; alluring like love
When you found me a sun-filled bird tittering alone
Your smile, two neat rows of conniving daisies those wicked angels
Reverently turned in my direction
Hissing behind their blooming
O! the mind games
You said it was love but that thing picked at my feathers silly
Loving you made of me such a black bird
Made of me a haunted garden of forget-me-nots
Wilting at the sunset of your pretense
So what exactly do you miss?
Busamoya Phodiso Modirwa is a Motswana writer and poet with works published on The Kalahari Review, Jalada Africa, The Weight Of Years:An Afroanthology of Creative Nonfiction, Praxis Online Magazine and, 20.35 Africa Anthology Of Contemporary Poetry and elsewhere. She is a recepient of the Botswana President’s Award-Contemporary Poetry 2016 and recently completed a poetry residency at the Gaborone Art Residency Centre.