Least Read Poems About Africa

My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams        

Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...

African muse

smoky as Abyssinian coffee
aged in a whisky barrel
her heart

dappled
by the tiger balm of summer,
Artemis dawns

komorebi
of my dappled lioness
sun lace
(komorebi, Japanese word for the soothing nature of sunlight filtering through tree leaves.)

lioness
roars in coffee mountains
echoes of Abyssinia