Made in the Moor

beyond the silvery tinkle of a stream
I could hear the birds sing

the tremulous tench sky
shifting from golden to red

heavenly beams

then suddenly she appeared
as if out of a dream

and when hers met mine – our eyes

nothing more to be said
but that we found happiness

 

Heath Muchena, 2017


The Definitive Discourse

It was just moments into the discourse that he realised he couldn’t win the debate. Clearly he’d made a grave mistake underestimating her.

His demagoguery was inferior in the face of her diligent diplomatic displays. The delivery of her doctrine made her ideas appear as the guiding principles for how her party would achieve its goals rather than a prescription of ideals. That’s what made all the difference to the citizens who’d long since been fed up of listening to the empty promises made time and time again by cunning politicians.

He’d taken her for just another pretty anti-establishment activist and little had he known she was very determined to bring about real change and address the rampant corruption in the city. In some ways she resembled Virginia Raggi, particularly in her ability to articulate her views and just her sheer tenacity.

Ultimately, in the eyes of the public he was a symbol of the status quo while she, on the other hand, represented movement.

He had failed to realise that Continuity is not the same as Stasis and that the former bolsters any transition while the latter resists and delays change.

His message had not been aligned with the times and it didn’t take the populace long to figure out who they thought was best equipped to innovate but still preserve the glorious legacy of their old customs. It was unmistakably evident even to the establishment that he wasn’t the man best suited for the job and that they had to consider the obvious alternative. She was the sensible, and in truth, the rightful candidate.

The people had reached a stage where they were prepared to let go of the redundant traditions – which essentially had been responsible for the unfair practice of reserving powerful positions for the males – in order to secure a progressively steady future.

 

Heath Muchena, 2017


Unbreakable Bond: A Brigitte & Emmanuel kinda love

It was at one of Henry Hermand’s shopping centres. The type where you might find city dwellers who favor centrism spending their leisure after long weekdays of laborious endeavours.

But other than the fact that it was a conveniently moderate setting, we weren’t too much concerned about location. Engrossed in each other’s presence, it mattered not where – as long as we were both there.

Found a quiet, intimate spot in a patisserie and decided to indulge our taste buds with all kinds of sweet fancies.

And when she joked about the Jean Trogneux macaroons being such a delight that she wondered if they weren’t in part responsible for igniting Macron’s passion for the more mature flavour – that was all the confirmation I needed.

Although I was neither certain she was hinting nor confident in the move I was considering making; it was becoming apparent there was more to our frequent meetings and mutual fondness than just a love for literature, business, and politics.

Curious to explore the feelings, I simply took a chance. Got lost in the moment and leaned in for a kiss. Thankfully she reciprocated… and we’ve been inseparable ever since… me and Mrs….

 

Heath Muchena, 2017


Startup Grind

I need you to finance my plans for the acquisition.

Who do you think I am, Alfred Beit?

That depends, do you view my business stance as a tad bit Rhodesian?

No, but don’t forget – there’s a downside to having too much ambition.

And if I tell you there’s a way to hedge against any threat?

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Heath Muchena, 2017


The Shallow Lot

In order to know what was really on their minds, I decided to take a seat at the table and listen to their cant about culture over a Musang King durian dessert, which surprisingly didn’t offend my olfactory as much as I’d feared prior to having a taste.

But it didn’t take me long to realise that I was in the company of a shallow lot, who only seemed to take pleasure in fault-finding, as if that was the very fruit of their passions.

And the exercise of their thoughts, as expressed through language choice, was clearly not elevated. Their insults too, only served to reveal a lack of courage and the misapplication of intentions.

 

Heath Muchena, 2017


Saving Sienna

Sienna sweetheart, please come down to earth

last time I checked
you thought I was the worst
even told me in the flesh
how you had no feelings left…

fast-forward 600 days
now I can’t get any rest
inundated with your requests
but your reasons for wanting me back don’t even make any sense

truth be told, and though I hate to say it, seems you’re still a mess

wish there was some way I could help
but maybe it’s best if this time around you learn to save yourself

 

Heath Muchena, 2017


Penman Blues iv

she wanted a lover
the Muscle Beach kind from 1940s Santa Monica
but he was no acrobat
just another writer

 

Heath Muchena, 2017