A Poem
By Brendon Booth-Jones
I was born in the snow of a powerful trance.
I was born in black and white
but I cried in colour.
I was born blind-drunk on love
in the coldest summer.
I was born again and again
but each time
I opened my eyes they turned the page
back to the salty pillar.
Behind the flames their devil danced.
When were you born? You could never tell
what you were never asked.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
I was born tomorrow.
Bio:
Brendon Booth-Jones was born in New Zealand, spent his formative years in post-apartheid South Africa, and currently resides in England. His photographs, poems and prose have appeared in Amaryllis, Botsotso, Neologism, Verdancies, Zigzag and elsewhere.
