No natural motivation

Feeling Cold

Like chilly ghastly bones

And the sap of sylphic like leaves

And beings concocting sleepy feelings

And spells that create galactic blackholes in magical human souls

Drink the passion wine

The children’s fruit juice

Hold onto the school books with paper fingertips

Bleeding woodnymph stay silent like optimistic trees

And whimsical beings

Will whip inside me motivation

Like Grandma’s cream cheese

And i’ll wear red stockings

And study philosophy and the science of entities

Discover why things have come to being

While finishing sugar coated cereal and fake solution to maths problems

Then scrambled homework with brimming tea

And twenty forty five

Quick before the clock strikes nine

And sleep feeling the breeze

A poem by Zukiswa Mhlongo, 31st May 2021