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.