By Nehi Igbinijesu
Achelenu:
So she met another one
In the wake I thought, I loved
She could look straight no longer
Into eyes that once
Made soul and heart wonder
For what it was worth
She did not even linger
Now fight me alone
The pointings of many fingers
The taste of sand
Grated in sesame seeds
That’s what my heart loudly seethes
Rejected by a stranger
In the glut for another plunder
What prime? What plummage?
Offering the verboten
With a loosened tongue
Yet with class and verbiage
She stole hearts
From covens happily ever wrung
Dooshima:
What went ye to find
Another love?
Or thespians from a dreary stream
Heart broken non vox leaving
With miles behind their feet
Sedated in the lure of that moment
The heists that asks for more
Bring back thy loves
Here to wrung-mate dearly
Forsaking another Lady Chatterley
This Poem is part of the anthology of 30 Poems titled: “Dirges of The Niger” By Nehi Igbinijesu.
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This article was first published on 11th January 2013
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