Treasure In The Hove Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Looking at it now,
my eye sees treasure
in yesterday's treasure
hove.

Where once I sat idly,
my hands could have dug,
deep into the soul of
the earth.

The earthworms I feared,
tangled up like spaghetti,
don't frighten me now.

They untangle and make
a nest of moss soft, where
I once lived and walked in
it clear, a place of gems.

Looking back now I see,
some eggs lying unracked,
where lie a species rare,
that waited to come out.

To see the crown of rubies
rare, red and green is to
see, what might have been,
that never was, for I dared
not to dare.

The treasure hove is hidden.
In it shines the light rare,
Waiting with a tingle rare,
That makes my hand reach out,
And want to scratch the itch.
For not to mine the hove, is
to forever lose sight of what
might have been. This abortion
of the rarest species makes me
want to cry.








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