Jean Badenhorst

as the tides of anxiety rush towards
an armour of self-doubt
curves around in a womblike embrace
revives the spirit!
Beryl Eichenberger

smooth as a mirror
the leaden ocean slumbers
beneath an inscrutable sky
betraying nothing.
tiny, ordered waves
march in single file
marshalled by an invisible moon.
far below, sand churns
a dervish starts to dance
as the tides of anxiety rush towards

the sand, smooth as glass.
tiny, ordered waves perform
a studied mime along its edge.
betraying nothing,
they dance their ordered dance.
but beneath the carapace
a demon paws the ground
anticipating rapture
hidden from view, locked inside
an armour of self- doubt

hidden from view, trapped beneath
the softly breathing sand
the bruised water, lying dead,
betraying nothing.
then, foam-blossoms stir, toss their heads
a windy moan grows to a howl
whips and churns the startled waves
into disarray. far below,
the demon’s song begins and
curves around in a womblike embrace

above the water, air as thick as wool
hangs in steaming silence.
the sultry sky broods,
betraying nothing.
a rumbling murmur on the horizon
neon across the amphitheatre
the sound of sudden rain
and the demon’s shout as it rises,
crashing up into the storm 
revives the spirit!

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