This handmade heart hangs from a nail above my desk. I don’t remember on which day it was given to me, yet it carries more sentimental meaning than any Valentine’s token I’ve ever received. This heart has shadowed many of my poetry journeys. It has travelled with me from Cape Town to San Diego, to South America, to Poland, to the UK the first time around for studies, to the Eastern Cape and has now settled a while here in London. It reminds me, we can give of our creativity in a heartfelt way on any day.
Tag: connection
[A short poem]
My hairpin gave and broke
in the lock I had tried to unpick.
One piece I held up in my fingers.
That I could take away.
The other length, small as it was,
there I left.
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