Under The Blue Roof
By Ewan
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Robert and Grace look out at the guards
smoking, joking, laughing out loud
in the still carefully tended grounds.
This is a comfortable confinement
not like Salisbury, Wha Wha or even Que Que.
What will it give birth to?
Grace is speaking,
Robert is not listening.
He is remembering;
the tree that grew
while Rhodesia
locked him away,
house arrest in exile
in Mozambique,
and how he misses
the slippery rock.
Grace is always speaking,
as her children do,
“speak and spend”:
it could be a political slogan
- maybe it was.
Robert is remembering
reading Eliot in a cell.
An older poet’s words
are more potent now:
in Africa, all
are Ozymandias,
in the end.
Footnote: Robert and Grace Mugabe continue under house arrest here
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I must get out of saying "Wow
I must get out of saying "Wow!"
It gives me a canine laugh and puts me in a hockey skirt.
Your erudition shines again, Ewan, driving another nail into the plaque that reads "It matters".
Sent me packing to Wiki again. A trip well worth the effort.
You've crafted an observation steeped in human experience, truth and tragedy.
Parson Thru
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Enjoyed the drivel. Your
Enjoyed the drivel. Your point about reading the Mugabe-Eliot link in the paper made me smile and makes the world seem reachable.
Interesting. I should start buying a paper again. I was reading an editorial in El País on Thursday over breakfast, but it was painfully slow. I'll look for an English one.
Parson Thru
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