Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Dreams of Africa

by David Swan

From the ashes rose Africa

A phoenix of pure sunlight.

Its vast wings of antiquity

Shadowed across a continent:

A mother’s arms shielding

Its newborn

from an imperialist Sun.

Its’ feathered voice now

Soar’s across

Violet and crimson tinged skies.

Singing songs once sung by fallen angels

of hidden fruits they once tasted.

Finally hopes now returning

On these wings borrowed,

from Africans Sorrow.

Added: 26.04.2010

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