Bitter Bessie’s Boy

Bitter Bessie’s dog beak
Bitter Bessie’s son,
Nothing special he’s a geek,
Trashing up my home!

Sulking in the apartment,
My darling’s a little daft,
Spoken dreams of palisades,
His words won’t make you laugh!

Danny Boy’s a ringing,
Danny Boy’s very green,
He didn’t look very well and
He leaked out from the seams!

©Y.E.S 2014

Today’s prompt was to “translate” a poem from a language we don’t know into English as it appears to us or sounds to us. I chose these first three verses from an Afrikkans poem:

Bitterbessie dagbreek
bitterbessie son
ʼn spieël het gebreek
tussen my en hom

Soek ek na die grootpad
om daarlangs te draf
oral draai die paadjies
van sy woorde af

Dennebos herinnering
dennebos vergeet
het ek ook verdwaal
trap ek in my leed

written by Ingrid Jonker, titled Bitterbessie Dagbeak

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