The Cederberg Mountains are bathed in deep blue;
in each curve of shape, I recall your presence,
in the bodies of contour, each incline is you.
Ripe for the sickle, you cut my right through,
overwhelmed by a sense of deepening sentience.
In the bodies of contour, each incline is you.
The tongue of the moon in the morning dew
held me, excited by your effervescence.
The Cederberg Mountains are bathed in deep blue.
The wrinkled old shirt you slowly outgrew
I keep smoothing out for remembrance.
In the bodies of contour, each incline is you.
Will I never forget the night that you flew,
I’m still filled with a sense of your essence;
the Cederberg Mountains are bathed in deep blue.
In letters I thought lost, again I have found you,
elliptical lines brimfull with your presence.
The Cederberg Mountains are bathed in deep blue.
In the bodies of contour, each incline is you.
The author of this villanella is Robin Willinck-Mellish
and it is posted with her approval.
The poem describes the loss of her partner and comes from: “Messages from the Bees,” by Robin Willinck-Mellish, printed by “African Book Collective,” ISBN 978192821535
