I thought I could find just one picture to depict this poem, alas only words could again envelope it and still left some parts unadorned.
It’s been swirling in my head for a while and never got the courage to pen it down until now.
Leave a comment about your thoughts on this piece.
Through the meandering footpath
that links to the outside
of the backyard littered with bones
dogs left behind from evening meals
while you dry the colours
of our communal struggle
on the barbed fence
that keeps the wind outside
you whose free and noble cause
serves as hazard to my role.
Play, I will – gaudily and gladly
throw inept glorification upon your role.
Steamy strangers stammer
At our doorsteps
And suffer stuttering
While we dine finely
With lit spirits
Sprouting in the evening breeze
Flickering – yabbering no more
As the dust settles.
And our tongues lick
upon lips that have become dull –
broomsticks sweeping views
along with drumstick pieces
left behind from evening meals
The dogs dutifully clear out
while the the dust settles
upon our conversation
far from where the dogs can dig.
Let’s peradventure (for adventure)
head out with the stuttering strangers
through the footpath, into the night.
Copyright © 2019, Olutomi Akinsanya