Les Murray has his Bunyah.
John Kinsella his Wheat Belt.
Thomas Hardy his Wessex.
Dylan Thomas his Fern Hill.
Robert Frost his road to choose …
Blankets to warm and comfort them.
I have Matabeleland:
as does my good friend John Eppel.
For him the blanket is being
ripped off, and he weeps poetry.
For me it is like someone
long dead, whose face fades fast …
I once had the Matopos.
John Eppel: Zimbabwe’s finest poet
Matopos: Granite hills outside Bulawayo, Matabeleland. A sacred place to all Zimbabweans