mUSings
Breathe easy, wonder, and dream. We sing songs of night...
Tuesday, 9 July 2019
The Chief Priest
Though you stare with menacing scorn
At the small of my rusty resolve
It is them I fear
The many heads that fall
In obeisance to your luscious form
Haughty god of the secret mangroves,
The world of gods is not the world of men
Tis the heads that bow will butt you down.
I will not give your sacrifice today.
Monday, 11 March 2019
Lunatic Lover
Tuesday, 3 July 2018
Lunatic Wanderer
Monday, 27 November 2017
Dirge
My casket will be polished to look like mahogany, seeing the undertakers always want us looking our best. The many voices of the brethren will ricochet of its silent surface and cut the dry harmattan air into pieces. But because I will not die a hero there will neither be a flag for mother nor a gun salute to make the birds scream and rant. The search party will see my shoes at the shore. I kept them well. But they will not see my body.
It was the sea’s outstretched smile and minty savor that drew me close. But I will drown today. The mermaids are bent on it. They, together with the waves, have formed a half circle around me. They push the current back when I try to move. Now they know I’m tired. And the spirits are taking turns laughing at the futility of my many swimming certificates. We were not taught how to die in class.
The lisp of the wind is breathy, like a rich baritone. The wind is closer at sea. I will simply sleep among the waves and wake among the mermaids. Perhaps the mourners will sing as haughtily as the wind and mother will remain as calm as the waters below this storm. I hope the men too will cry and the dogs will not bark at my kindred spirits in attendance.
Friday, 29 September 2017
Summer Rose
Thursday, 24 November 2016
What Love is
Wednesday, 23 November 2016
Mesh
If you would ask me
Before glowing frangipanis
And this tittering fireplace
If you would ask me one last time
What love is
I will not point to tanned crumpled sheets
where this initiation was sealed
Or to crammed attics
and mementoes from that chance meet
Or remind you of countless shared
soft, quick whispers and
heady, intoxicating giggles
I will not speak anymore
Only clasp your hand forever
Without malice or fear