Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Missing piece

My life is a jigsaw of Africa.
A herd of forks gathers by the sink,
scarlet macaws tessellate on the TV,
and a river bursts from the bathroom,
washing the spare key downstream.
She lent me a piece of African sun
but it didn’t quite fit.
It turns out I’m better at crosswords.



Mark E Engelbrecht is a poet from North East England. He’s very new to this.

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1 reply

  1. Hold on to the sun for as long as it takes to dry out the smelly river, I say.

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