By Akintoye Akinsola
Partially Still Here
It was on a quiet night And my jammed conscious state poured into a frozen canal Yes, we were told not to believe castles could be built in the sun But I wanted that to be untrue The speed boat flipped over, landing badly and my being was punctured with holes Suddenly my body became heavy as a rock and I slipped into a coma It felt like a burning body in a confessional My story of adventure now on hold A lasting discomfort engraved on my crippled chest I must have been a machine for no tear fell from me Maybe there shouldn’t be tears, I wouldn’t know, after all I’m in a coma But now, my anxious body wore patience like a fallen angel waiting perhaps for death to take me on its wings
Road From Freedom
I glued myself to sedition’s hem Souvenir to my eventual frowzy coffin (downfall) Where its melted stronghold was rebuilt in my image I enjoyed the fruition of shrunk ornaments Till peril came knocking like death And like a requiem song It hovered above my head Till my rotten leaked fate was sealed- With many years in prison!
A Case Of Fistula
The night’s compass was sore with bruises With no bearing nor direction Skins torn The cause- village’s soiled torch Stones built with cursed frankincense A monument they say befits their honour We once dreamt of fine wine, where its aroma was a scented rose Not a scarred and unpleasant smell that drips from their bodies they say! Discarded like clothes used to bring down a hot pot from firewood used to cook Plastic figurines with eyes poking out like bent bones these unwelcomed people are With faces painted like mannequins in shops But the discarded are now royalty with sparkling regalia Colourful shades of thoughts imprinted on their tongues Like coat of arm worn proudly For pebbles have been thrown into the pond and the aftermath- ripples!
Life’s Hard Lesson
We built our house in the shape of a butterfly But I was told a home is more important Our parish priest told us prosperity is not all sweet fortune For it is dangerous to think so and we might end up feeding our tales with drenched tears Will you draw a silhouette of my soul until it is clamped with my breath? We played a game of colour, and I chose the colour purple It seemed like a soft daisy, robed in floral taste How hard can life be? Even without a book It’s probably like Judas, rich in betrayal’s tale Never be too gentle, it will make you seem weak Never be too firm, it will make you heartless My body seems to journey along a darker bliss Unearth life’s tasteless roots In instalment, my body drifts away I folded and unfolded again Perhaps it will smother my vices Now in my mortal body, I take my steps gently Into the land of magic that blows bubbles to crown my feet with halos And my silence is my self- defence But temptations won’t let me be Resting on my uneven shoulders But I will immerse myself in the desert filled with honey cascading down my body
I was beautiful Fervent desires for life cherished But now, pierced with derision I belch only pain Oblivious of life And my smile, carved in the shape of rusty braids I watched my sordid fate become the language of my once winsome life Trickling down the hills of my waist The marks of beatings on my sagging breasts I saw no sun..... No rain to water my lifeless heart But my shadow was burgeoned to death My heart- none but a lonely hunter! To grease no elbow Nor sing to my howling bosom Mama combed my hair when I was little Sewed my dress with Adire fabrics and would wear beads on my head, waist and ankles But now the beauty is gone! No waist to hold the beads No dimples in my smile The African Cinderella now carries beneath her pale veins a blade forged with death’s teeth I was kidnapped and sold into slavery at 8- Modern slave trade! And now, they’ve only coloured me worthless For I wish I can have my childhood back..... A life where I could smile again, tie my gele and hold a bright burning candle to the soft wind to kiss its cheeks with a sapphire amidst this unwelcomed mortal embrace
I Remember Mama
We called her ‘Mama’ Wrapped in rosebud One whose eyes used to be like buttercup Clasped in immortal sunshine The days of flawless happiness and red roses Then the shiny face started to turn dun We cursed the darkness that pitched its tent in our home Most unfortunately in mama’s heart The palms that dispersed blessings, now rain out curses like river Call her ugly, call her pale She was still our morning star The ‘advanced heart disease’ sucked ‘forever’ away Causing swollen souls to falter Now, behind her lost sick gaze...face The radiance of simplicity was grinded into dust dripping into dirty sand We could see the pain on her face On the night she passed away A familiar voice bit the air With folded wings of a beaten dragon The tasteless wind ate the whiff of her joy Though her stay, transient Every moment narrates her tale This I know immortalizes her breath
Roses are red, sky is blue..... We know that song well Reigned more that any mortal king Has outlived even Methuselah It was inherited by their ignorance By their wandering impatience that coiled deep Nestling within unquenchable bosom Our talent mostly unseen Too inferior and marred to claim the prize Now, the stage is set in tumbling disarray with few who know the path to love I hear disability is a disease I hear our spittle brings doom And our reflection in the mirror is just a ghost The myth is to smoke more than you chew Perhaps the ground will burn our ‘demons’ And give room for immaculate heads to meet As if our inexistence will restore the world’s sanity Grotesque behaviour these men embody Dangling our talents from a cubicle that lacks oxygen As if our deaths will lead to a royal burial
Ah! An image with a burly might appeared before my sight, then to my left An unblemished smile to behold Like death will no longer have his name written on it A shadowy semblance Gazing down my desert eyes An unsubstantial image On a trampled night to glow The sharp thorns that brought bliss, fixated on my side As I relish at the chainless sea A man who stood before me And this night- the best morning! Petals that drew my bright colours To thrill my guts with his gracious presence His subtle grin struck my brow To change my streak of bad luck And spray my agony for elate crown The gentle night rose in fine flame And throbbing pain under the toothless moon was no more He lands on foot after levitating awhile With a body light as nature My wraith- a ghost Of heavenly decor to greet And talks that glow like a gardenia To cheer my spirit The curtains and window panes waved The room shook As the wraith roamed To set lose my imprisoned thoughts The good-nick of night that opened for this August visitor To help me heal from his death And burn the colds of the night I saw a wraith that drank my tears He- my friend that then appeared frequently The splash of green that filled the Earth
It Was a Day Like Forever
I was ten years old when my father took me to a garden Rich with white and red roses And its warmth sprinkled on my chest The rose oil and rose water sprung in delight on wishful leaves And I with delight entered its paradise As I made a colourful cloth from the flowers of roses The crags rested beneath some fallen roses Fitting nicely like pearls on a beach And oh! My dwelling, a fancy abode The budding desire of joy as I swallowed their smell To send forth such lustrous coolness And I keenly listened to their speech as the breeze settled on my young shoulder The fondness that remained as enticing as the magical stream
Between The Mountains Where Love Lay
The meteors coloured the sparks that mesmerized the mountains Drooling with flavour With the seas sparkling in its majesty A royal dandelion that floats Hitting gently on my face, the birth of a smile I wondered how nature could be this fun How young its energy is Walking on love it portrayed A sinless harbour to reside A mountain cottage with flowers nearby And fresh air that surrounds it Closer to heaven, how immaculate! I, a nature lover That bore this pleasant saffron Composed a hymn with flair for this beauty to behold! A bounty of love The friendship untrodden Rising into the moment Never to be forgotten
Akintoye Akinsola is an Accountant and Poet from Nigeria. His works has appeared in Kalahari Review Magazine among others and forthcoming in Piker Press Magazine. He loves movies and music and appreciates the simple things of life. He writes on various themes such as Love, Nature, Pain, Injustices etc.
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