ISSN 1551-8086
return to home search for a contributing writer

seach for poems by title

archive of previous issues submissions information mailing list online store links to other interesting sites contact us  
  April 2012
volume 9 number 1
-table of contents-
  home   (archived)
  contributing poets
  Don Kingfisher Campbell
  Charles Claymore
  William Harris
  Dawnell Harrison
  Dan Hedges
  Kathleen Kenny
  Austin McCarron
  David McIntire
  Angel Uriel Perales
  Rishan Singh
  Jan Steckel
  Annette Sugden
  Jason Visconti
  Cindy Weinstein
  Gianna Wurzl
  mailing list
Rishan Singh
April 2012



photo by rina rose

    Rishan Singh was the recipient of the 2014 eThekwini Municipality Library Award. He is also the recipient of the Golden Key award for excellent academic accomplishments, awarded to him in 2008. His poetry has been well received locally as well as abroad, and is often praised for its irregularity, which is sometimes poetic, and never rhetoric.
    During the 2014 awards ceremony held by the KwaZulu-Natal Department of Leisure, Parks and Recreation, he was selected into the top 20 entries,and eventually made the top 5, which included South Africans of different socio-economic backgrounds. He received praise for his poetry on many occasions, and was a participant in the Sol Plaatje Poetry Award competition, sponsored by the European Union on two occasions. In the United States of America, his fiction writing appears in books, and is often lauded for its creativity, although not entirely poetic.



Rescue Me

There came a time when he sat alone on the beach,
and reminisced at the sweet smell of toffee apples.
"I know him well, but I wish heíd call
to kiss me on the cheek,"
she believed would cure
the muscle tightness
of her shoulders.

She remembers herself with Ethan, on the same beach,
still a child, writing each otherís names on sea sand,
her name washing out by the waves;
his name flowing into the sea.

On the horizontal side of the river bank, near George,
a fisherman casts his salmon fishing line.
Her eyes follow the aeroplane going,
above, to his left.
She sees him pulling a taut fishing line,
anchoring little Ethanís shirt, years old.

Seven years old to be precise, was far too long,
to reach him: France; was far too precarious,
of his disappearance, to learn of in Rome, Italy,
Russia, Egypt and then in Morocco.

He reminds himself, of the time he told me of his dreams,
hopes, faith or fate; and how at 15, his image
had been tarnished, by molesters and false dreamers,
his socks and shoes thrown at my face.

The lost picture of his boyish face,
(recaptured by a fishing line)
was all George could console Laura with,
reeling her away from his unfound body.

Lights, camera, and action, he stands,
8.1 meters tall, rugged and hair back,
he takes centre stage to walk the ramp.
We smile to re-take the photograph
lost in translation of my childhood memory.

copyright 2012 Rishan Singh