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‘n Gediggie van my man


Hier is ‘n gediggie wat my liewe man een laat nag vir my geskryf het (2008, die jaar wat ons getroud is). Dit was jaareinde by sy werk en hy moes vir twee maande tot in die oggendure werk elke dag:

jaareinde

ek mis my vanaand by jou
daar waar jy by amber kerslig
en in die gloed van kaggelvuur
die sagte kaapse winterreen
met ‘n glasie port
vir die soveelste nag
alleen moet entertain

(Solly Ferreira)

Gediggie


Ek wonder soms

– Nicolette Ferreira (2008)

Ek wonder soms
of my hartseer vir jou te veel is…
of dit lekkerder is weg van my –
‘n blaaskans van my hartseer
en my piepie oë.

Ek sit alleen en mis jou
en wonder hoekom jy nie hier is nie…
Ek wil vir jou AL my liefde gee,
soos die koekies wat ek warm uit die oond
vir jou aandra met hundreds-of-thousands en
hartjies met tandestokkies sorgvuldig uitgedruk –
om dit mooi te maak vir jou.

Ek hoop my hartseer, my piepie oë,
my stiltes,
is nie te veel vir jou nie.

My liggie is ‘n kersliggie,
warm en liefdevol –
dis nie een van Johannes se skerp fietsligte nie:
dit is niks uitspattigs nie –
dis maar sommer net ek,
nou bros en broos.

Ek wonder soms
of my hartseer vir jou te veel is…
of dit lekkerder is weg van my –
‘n blaaskans van my hartseer
en my piepie oë.

Kersie-rooi Liefdesballade


Kersie-rooi Liefdesballade
– Nicolette Ferreira

Hoe verf ek my hart in kersie-rooi
op ’n mooi stukkie wit papier?
Ek wil nie hê
dat die mense moet sê:
‘Ag, liewe genade –
‘n liefdesballade…’

My papier is grys
soos ek uitvee, uitvee…
Dis als al gebruik:
‘ek hou van,
ek mis jou,
ek’s blou,
jy’s die een.’

Hoe verf ek: ek lief jou
op ’n nuwe manier?
Sonder
‘hou van,
net jou,
vir altyd,
ons twee…’

Ek sal vir jou een sonder woorde moet skryf,
kersie-rooi op
die muur van jou hart!

‘Ag, liewe genade –
‘n liefdesballade…’

Droomverlore


Droomverlore

Die mense dink ek is hier –
maar eintlik is ek in Kaapstad,
staan ek met ‘n koppie tee
op iemand se balkon
en hoef ek nie ‘n woord te se nie –
want die see vra nooit ‘n antwoord nie.

My bruin oe
raak verlore in my gedagtes
waar niemand my kom uitruk nie…
Is dit beter –
droomverlore?

Nimmereindig
altyd
voel dit soos mondeling –
steek my hart,
breek dit deur my vel,
val dit in my hande
en weet ek nie wat om daarmee te doen nie…

Weet ek nie
weet ek nie
weet ek nie
bly ek maar eerder –
droomverlore

Do you know this poem?


by E.E. Cummings…

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

________________________________________

Okay, first of all, blush blush!! blush…

But what an intriguing poem… I love the ‘i like my body when it is with your body’ and ‘which i will again and again and again kiss’.

His use of small caps is interesting and strange… why suddenly a capital ‘A’ in line 12 – the only capital letter in the poem? And why the spaces in lines 2,4,5 and 9 before ‘i’? And ‘-firm-smooth ness’?

I just thought I would be brave today and post this poem 🙂
Have a lovely weekend

Nicolette

A BUTTERMILK AFTERNOON


I am busy baking rusks (they are in the oven right now!) and it is my first batch – ever! As I was opening the carton of buttermilk (see pic), I remembered my grandmother. She used to drink the buttermilk just like that – it was probably her absolute favourite treat. I guess it is quite normal to drink buttermilk, but I have always thought of it as sour milk or ‘milk gone bad’! I would look at the white chunks in my grandmother’s glass and not understand how she could love this so much.

So all of this put a whole train of thoughts going in my mind. I was reminded of the ‘praise poem’ something I learned in my creative writing honours year. The ‘praise poem’ is “an African tradition used by a tribe, so that young adults begin and continue life knowing who they are and that they belong, that they are loved and that they each have special gifts.” (quoted from my class notes!)

Roughly, the format of a ‘praise poem’ is:

1) Your lineage: I am… daughter of… who was the son of … (or similar)
2) Physical description: I am tall, with dark hair, full wide hips, my belly is round (you can go all out!)
3) Who are you? You can say whatever it is that makes you you – that which is special about you or important to you

Well. I think a rusk-baking, buttermilk afternoon is the perfect time for writing a praise poem, the perfect time for thinking about where I come from and who I am!

I am Nicolette Ferreira.
I am the daughter of Mary,
granddaughter of Mary Victor,
who was the daughter of Mary Marais,
daughter of Katherine Fowler.
I am pale-skinned and hazel-eyed
with wild red hair.
I am from the south of Africa
from everywhere –
the ocean, the fields, the dust, the mountains.
I have tiny feet and tinier toes,
my hands are made of ice.
My belly ring,
my wild hair
are stamps of defiance –
I am not to be captured in a cage.
Nicolette – I’m like a cat
I come out when I want to
I leave when I have to
I sleep curled up,
but I do this to protect myself.
I struggle to exercise –
lifting my head slowly at the suggestion to run.
I send my cries to ‘God’ with a capital ‘G’ –
not to any ‘higher power’:
the God of Jesus and the Holy Spirit,
of Adam, Moses and John,
Esther, Maria and Martha.
Of Kathleen Fowler,
of Mary Victor,
of Mary Louw,
of Nicolette Ferreira.

You are so welcome to place your own praise poems here!!

Die sewe-uur storie


Wat het geword van programme soos

Goeiemore Alaska

en Die Hoedbrigade (met Billy)

en Pensacola Wings of Gold (met Bobby)?

Ons kyk nou maar

na X-Men en X-Cows

en X watokal.

Gelukkig is ek

dat ek herinneringe het

aan kaas en tamatie broodjies

(toe nog met botter)

en sjokolade nesquick

voor die televisie

vasgenael voor

vasgevang deur

die finale episode van

Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman.

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