Dry sticks
A forest prepared for conflagration
And how great the matter
The little spark will kindle
Petrol in our drinking water
How will we put out the fire
We will plunge
But now we breathe deep
With open mouths
Hacking and harrowing
Our respiration
Breaks the silence of night
Darkness still
The crack of malnourished ribs
Unseen
Unheard
The mosquitoes are fatter than the tenants of the house
The parasite is larger than the host
The storm is coming
But now the surface of the water is glass
Not a ripple to be seen
And in the depths
The monster writhes in tension
His teeth are red with blood
His eyes are gold
His talons are black with oily mud
He is suffocating
And every scale, every boil, every claw, every sore
All of him
Is hot
With the thought of vengeance
His sons roam the streets
They will unleash him
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Gboyega Otolorin @guywriterer
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I really like this.
I see three scenes rendered with interesting and beautiful imagery. But I fail to see the connection between them thus making it difficult for me to comprehend the poem as a whole unit.
Well done boss. The poet in you definitely shone.
Oga @chemokopi, thanks for commenting. For me, the whole poem is one emotion.
Nice imagery…lol @the mosquitoesar fatter than the tenants of the house…that na serious matter
beutiful piece. My first time on this platform,u make it worthwhile. Fire on the mountain ooooo!
Mr Joel, @joel, welcome to NS!!! I’m honoured my poem is one of the first things you read and you like it. Thanks.
Fire on the mountain truly..
@guywriterer, I enjoy this. Is this prophetic? What I think it’s saying, is that; trouble brews and the peacemakers have been paralyzed…
Thanks for enjoying. I hope it’s prophetic, but only positively. When the fire comes down from the mountain, I pray only the guilty are burned.
You write well.
Though, the poem’s imagery in the middle made it seem disjointed from the start.
But I got the message.
Well done.
Lady Eletrika, one of the First Ladies of NS!!! Thank you.
I’m that by omission. Because the real first ladies went away. Just the way the presidents like you did.
The forest is prepared for fire and the monster is eager to break surface! Hmmm… I Hope to not be at all near when it all comes to a head!