the trees: moving and spellbinding, where eyes could get lost staring at the illusion.
the fear: enroute to unrecognisable landscapes changed by time, revolution of wheels taking us closer to home.
the stomach: host to butterflies a mind tries to distance itself from trouble brewing cursing the inspiration that invented the wheel.
the hands have threatened to suffocate us all the wait the weight while hands hold face
the sinking: unbearable feeling where our peace is an hourglass gradually seeping down to the floor.
Broken String Sihle Ntuli
an interpolation of the original poem of the same name by Xaa-tin (recorded by Dia! Kwain & Wilhlem Bleek in 1875) people were the ones who broke the string,
the place has become like this, on account of it because of a string that broke therefore the place does not feel as it used to feel on account of this
for the place feels as if it stood open before me because of the string having broken for me in this moment this place no longer feels pleasant to me.
Sihle Ntuli is a poet and classicist from Durban, South Africa. He has had work published in anthologies & journals including Years of Fire & Ash: South African Poems of Decolonialisation (Jonathan Ball Publishers 2021), The Johannesburg Review of Books, New Coin,Transition Magazine and Lolwe. He is the author of Rumblin (uHlanga, 2020) and co-poetry editor of instagram based zine Wild Pine.