Lucas Zulu’s three poems


Sweet Deceit 


You crept in with illusive breath.

The footpath ahead was unreliable,

just like your words, empty tracks 

leading to nowhere. Your sweet words

were a gentle breeze that soothed 

at first, but later bit like a keen wind 

you bulldozed your way into my heart,

stealing the love I’d stowed away.

For many moons, you eyed me down 

now, you want to bruise my rib cage,

the bones that keep me safe, now

are wide open, exposed by your mirage.

A man coats his true nature from sight,

like a rhinoceros with an aching jaw

craving sweetness. I am drawn to your wild assurance, but this time

I won't fall prey to sweet lies

that lead me astray. 

Second Chance 


It has always been dark, 

darker than he ever couldn’t imagine. 

The route shrouded and the ground perilous

with a Table Mountain of stones.


The night was moonless, dressed in darkness,

he longed to go as far as his kaukokalpuu 

would take him, following his heart

distance from new beginnings.


He dashed shoeless despite the noise

taunting glances that trailed his every move. 

He refused to let their mockery define his path,

as the egg-yolk sun grinned at him, 

the night muttered goodbye.


There was thrill he could not contain,

it spilled over, washing away his worries ,

as the morning breaks, his second chance 

awakens a fresh start unfolds.

The Tears of the Storms


A flight of swallows flew low,

as the pitter-patter drew near, the lover

of the summer rain gazed skyward 

wincing beneath the merciless beat,

a thorn that would not subsided

a bolt struck with sound

like a gong thunder crush.

The big blue wept, its black clouds

falling apart like a tattered scrolls 

pouring out a torrent of boo-hooing

the rain awakened its furry brewing 

as the whipping wind wailed 

like a child wailing with a sniffing noise.

The rain lashed down, its rhythm beat

powder against the chocolate earth,

like a conga drum, the sky 

laments was short lived. The raindrops

rejuvenated the grumbling land, 

satiating the parched ground,

and sweet-talking sugar-bushes 

from the earth as deluge plateaued,

the plateau smiled its blood lilies

fluttering in the backlash under a rainbow.



Lucas Zulu lives in eMalahleni, Kwa-Guqa, Mpumalanga Province, South Africa. His works has been published widely in Nigeria, Ireland, Zimbabwe, United States of America, Botswana and India. He is an alumnus of the University of Johannesburg.

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