Lulomo Peninsula Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

The wispy sun, slits of fumbles
landed at Lulomo

Half ways often it pierced near
below the water
And stones, rocks whitely spread
snow falling into winter

And whirl dance, mid air, circling
over the half prairie
Long eaves catapulted along the
brown Chilumba bay
And the mouth erodes, pointing
into summer falling clay

And only Lulomo doodling coldly
settled served sips
Such apeninsula reading down
the curled wintry spills

And the Chilumba pen invented
that close coast
And the jetty stained the water
clearly red
And, by the way, she falls into
smiling lips