Arums by the roadside,
Stark white in the heavy heat of Darling’s sun
Petals droop under weeks of dust
And dry earth pulls at their roots, their leaves, their life.
Arums,
Standing still, and standing tall,
Despite the heat,
Despite the arid air
White brushes brown
Bright in the Darling haze,
Reaching up,
up.
Poem written as part of my fourth year journalism writing and editing course.
Arums seen on a trip to Darling, Western Cape.
Heather Here 