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A drawing of a snake shedding its old skin, showcasing the delicate and transparent new skin underneath.

Analyse the poem New Skin by Phillipa Yaa De Villers. Beware the bright snake slow on a branch, its old skin, transparent and thin, behind it. The forest holds its breath: the snake looks painted, still life, still, alive and dangerous. The new skin is a scar. A scar is an emblem of healing, unbearable the air’s weight on a new skin. It’s fangs are primed to poison curious fingers; beware the fearsome sensitivity of a new skin. Beware the bright snake of a new dispensation, remember the sting of skinned knees: you also know the pain of change. Lost equilibrium. The strike, of fangs bared, blood forced to the surface. There are no accidents. Calamity, evolution all produce the same results. The air on new scales weight the same as a landslide in Chile. Change is not personal attack. If you turn nature into the enemy, you will lose. Beware the bright snake slow on a branch, its old skin, transparent and thin, behind it.

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Analyse the poem Wrapped Up by Malika Ndlovu. Hanging out with my bra Somme chooning about the way South Africans are We took a trek across the nation To sort of S-A-B-C the situation You see, between bunnychow and boerewors Between melktert and breyani There’s a flavour that’s our own Between phutu and samosas There’s a taste we can call homegrown Ag, with a chommie, beer and skyfs Even Hillbrow’s not a bad place There’s mos a space for every face We stopped to have a chitchat With a bunch of Buddhists on a mat We checked some happy-clappies Jussis, even they are lekker chappies Then there was this auntie Now she was on a different plak Standing on the corner in a mini-skirt Gesuip, but still trying to push her luck By now our beetle was sounding kronk So we pulled in at a Trek to have our tjorrie checked By a man dressed like a quagga Who thought we were soeking dagga So I got out and pulled up the hood And then he understood Back on the road it somme just clicked That whether it’s Savuka or R.E.M ‘Nkosi sikelele or Die Stem This division is mos kak en palaver Just makes us agro to each other There’s no reason to be stressed This pot-pourri means we’ve been blessed.

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Analyse the poem Coal by Guy Butler.The coals glow, giving to you and me (1) sun’s warmth stored three hundred million years ago, (2) when evolution’s best experiment (3) was a tentative amphibian on the fringes of the sea. (4) I wonder if we ever shall evolve (5) beyond the simple beauty of this hour: (6) You drying your hair before this ancient heat (7) and I aware of your primeval power.

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Analyse the poem Mulberry in Spring by Geoffrey Harensnape. Climbing a propped-up ladder, I’m daunted by the tree’s springing and spreading. Its topmost, tapering poles are bare; but the sap still flows along its horizontal limbs to feed the scale-like leaves; some red; some green. I call to my sons: ‘Can I please have some help here?’ They emerge from the garage armed like knights. Bush-saws and the fat-beaked secateurs will be good weapons for their purposes. Each toppling branch will own their sway. Back on the ground, I watch the brothers climb, assess the weights of wood, prepare to fell. Two persevering princes on a quest, they break the hydra’s hegemonic hold upon this corner of our garden plot. Absorbed in battle, they use up the day. Only I remember the delicate seedling I planted here to feed their silkworms. This tree was once at risk to mandibles of dragons long since tombed in silken cells.

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Analyse the poem Mulberry in Autumn by Geoffrey Harensnape

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