Ladybird,
or maybe,
Ladybug.
Either way,
it matters
not a bit.
I have red
and black too,
polka dots!
It’s summer
afternoon
busy time.
I’m lucky
and also
good fortune.
Now I will
eat aphids
and many!
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a tiny frog is hiding in my lovely arum lilies
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spring leaps up
it’s a glorious time
when bees hum
nectar blooms
while arum lilies
just whisper
fearless day
as a tiny frog
burrows in
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Basho style haiku
Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Selma
From the very first time I stepped onto the continent of Africa in 2003, that moment when I put my foot onto the tarmac at Cape Town airport, I felt a strange tingle in my bones; I felt I’d come home. So far as I’m aware, I have no family roots anywhere on this huge continent, but nevertheless, I felt an affinity with the land. Even before connections and coincidences led me and my husband to start another chapter in our lives in South Africa, ten years ago, I’d become fascinated with the landscape, the wildlife and the people who’d foraged along the shores and wandered over the wide, scrubby grasslands of the veld.
The story of the original inhabitants of what is now the Western Cape is a sad one of exploitation, displacement and dispossession, all so tragically similar to many of indigenous populations across the world. I’ve followed my fascination with those early people, the Khoisan through works of both fact and fiction – there’s a reference list of books I’ve read at the end of this post – but it’s their legends and customs that have increasingly inspired my writing.
A nod or two to those landscapes and traditions have wormed their way into my most recent novel, Song of the Sea Goddess, and the so far unnamed sequel I’m busy with now, but for the most part my inspirations have manifested themselves in some of the short pieces and poems which I’ve shared here on my blog, like my San Man stories last year, and more recently, my micro-fiction series, Owab and Aquila.
Also last year, when the opportunity arose, I wrote a handful of poems inspired by the legends and landscape of South Africa to submit for inclusion in Creation and the Cosmos – a Poetic Anthology Inspired by Nature, edited and published by the talented tara caribou of Raw Earth Ink. I was delighted to have all five of them accepted and to have my words included amongst the poems and photographs of a such a wonderfully talented group of creatives. Here’s one.
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Call of the maiden
The breeze-caressed veld sways
sending dry waves to break on a distant shore
whirlwind dust-devils dance over bare earth
rising up to be scorched into stillness.
Evening swells across the veld
and the thorn-tree’s shadow
reaches out with tendril fingers
to caress the smudge-blue foothills.
As daylight fades, the breeze quickens
and the new maiden emerges
standing on the threshold of the distant koppie
in that powerful place between hearth and wilderness.
She turns and kneels at the young man’s side
offering herself to him.
Limbs entwine and under the eyes of the ancestors
they become one.
Darkness closes in and the great African she-moon rises
pin-prick stars stab the violet-thick night
and now the once-maiden cries out
her triumphant ululation echoing across the empty veld.
©2021 Chris Hall
from Creation and the Cosmos

Creation and the Cosmos ~ A Poetic Anthology Inspired by Nature
Featuring:
Artists: emje mccarty, Heather Trotter, Steven Bryson
Authors: Braeden Michaels, Brandon White, Robert Birkhofer, Stephanie Lamb, Hidden Bear, Jenny Hayut, Chris Nelson, Chris Hall, Mark Ryan, Mark Tulin, R.H. Alexander, Sarah Licht, Oleg Kagan, Meredith Heller, Rachael Holmes, Kathryn Winograd, fara tucker, CG Tenpenny, Cassa Bassa, Cara Feral, Colleen Machut, Dvon Bridgeforth,
Photographer: Jimmi Campkin
Edited by: tara caribou
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Book List
Voices of the San by Willemien le Roux and Alison White
Praying Mantis by André Brink
So Few are Free by Lawrence L. Green
The Coast of Treasure by Lawrence L. Green
A Millimetre of Dust: Visiting Ancestral Sites by Julia Martin
Rainmaker by Don Pinnock
Eagles, Fly Free by Chris Mellish
To find out more about the books you can find book details and my reviews on Goodreads.

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I first posted this poem two years ago. A year later, when we were under lockdown and the noise of engines fell silent and wild animals walked the streets, it seemed that nature just might have a chance, but once again, pollution spews, plastic continues to fill the oceans and the ice caps are melting even more quickly. Today, Earth Day 2021, I find my poem is just as relevant, maybe more so.
Image credit: Mother Earth by gedomenas

What better way to celebrate than by treating yourself to a poetry collection?
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By the waterfall
In the darkness of the dawn
by the waterfall where wet curtains meet
she tiptoes over slippery rocks
singing softly to rising ripples.
In the cool of the morning
peals of giggles ring out like raindrops
as she drops her dress and lifts her face
to whirl in liberated circles.
In the heat of the afternoon
she dives through silver sheets
into the limpid pool below
where herons dart and fishes swim.
In the shade of the evening
she floats among sunlit shadows
surrounded by scented petals
cloaked in azure calm.
©2021 Chris Hall
from Creation and the Cosmos
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Creation and the Cosmos ~ A Poetic Anthology Inspired by Nature
Featuring:
Artists: emje mccarty, Heather Trotter, Steven Bryson
Authors: Braeden Michaels, Brandon White, Robert Birkhofer, Stephanie Lamb, Hidden Bear, Jenny Hayut, Chris Nelson, Chris Hall, Mark Ryan, Mark Tulin, R.H. Alexander, Sarah Licht, Oleg Kagan, Meredith Heller, Rachael Holmes, Kathryn Winograd, fara tucker, CG Tenpenny, Cassa Bassa, Cara Feral, Colleen Machut, Dvon Bridgeforth,
Photographer: Jimmi Campkin
Edited by: tara caribou
The official launch day is Tuesday 23 March, 2021
In the meantime, here are the links to where you can purchase this beautiful book.
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Although there is an ebook version, I’d strongly recommend you choose the paperback. See how beautiful it is, shown off in this video by fellow contributor, Cassa Bassa.

Little heart fluttering
in the palm of my hand
what delight to share a moment
with such a pretty little creature!
Won’t you stay awhile?
Scooped from the rail
my tiny bones quake
and now, eyes squeezed shut
I wait for the giant to crush me
in its big, clumsy fist.
Be calm, little bird
do not fear me
allow me to look more closely
admire the beauty
of your bright plumage.
The hand seems gentle
but I shan’t be taken in.
I open a wary eye
prepare for flight
I’m gone!
Farewell, little bird
I’ll listen for your song
here by the lake
me, in gentle harmony
with nature.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #49 photo prompt.
Image credit: Evan Clark – Unsplash

It was widely assumed that Afterwards everything would go back to Normal.
Whatever that had been. Few remembered.
Thomas had never imagined this though. That Mother Earth would exact her revenge on the human race like this.
It could have been worse, he reflected. Being a tree wasn’t so bad.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #27 photo prompt.
Image credit: Willgard on Pixabay

Mickey, the young mantis, poked his head out of the bougainvillea bush. There she was, the lovely Marula, sunning herself on the trellis by the stoep. He watched her in admiration as she stretched out her plump olive-skinned limbs. His ardour was rising. She was a gorgeous creature. If only he could get her to notice him.
He crawled down to the windowsill where Gerald the Gecko was snapping at flies. Gerald followed Mickey’s gaze. ‘That mantis-lady’s a tough cookie, Mickey. You should steer clear of her.’
‘But she’s…’
‘She’s too old for you, Mickey.’
Charlie the Chameleon slowly made his way up the lavender bush, his colour changing from a dusty grey to jade green. ‘I couldn’t help overhearing you two,’ Charlie said, rolling his eyes so that one fell on Marula and the other fixed on Mickey. ‘Don’t grow up too fast, Mickey, she’ll eat you for breakfast.’
Written in response to a prompt from Susan T. Braithwaite
Genre Scribes Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #31
The challenge this week was cookie.
Photo credit: Laurette van der Merwe
Author’s note: the female praying mantis doesn’t always eat her mate, although if he irritates her or she’s a bit peckish, she often will.

Here on the wild, west coast,
near the great continent’s southern-most tip,
rest a while.
Here Eve’s footprints marked the rocks,
her children decorated the caves and adorned their bodies
in shades of ochre and red.
Stretch out, open your mind,
feel the sun-warmed rock, absorb the stone-etched stories.
Isn’t this the magic you’re seeking?
I watched a dragonfly today
Blue-bright body, wings of lace
Like a little ‘copter
or a miniature drone.
I watched a dragonfly today
Circle, hover, perch, take flight
Like a tiny bi-plane
or a teensy flying-boat.
I watched a dragonfly today
And this time looked more closely
Admired its engineering
Saw the faerie in the cockpit.