The sky is turning cobalt
The air becomes denser
Evening’s aura pervades
Home become the minds call
Birds more straighter flies as
Cattle upon the pastures mew
Calling to home the Sheppard’s heart
For there left over milk curdles
A hens’ cry resonates high
Upon rafters adult stretch tall
Where nature teach lies safety
From slithers bent towards harm
Away, on lonely pastures afar off
Where yonder observation’s seat is
Lonesome eyes follow the glint
Where lies sharpened spear, the sun hints
Amongst shadows that creep eerily closer
Darkness spread tentacles to menace
Heartless creeps that rule by high noon
Hide! One says, dark lords calls to arms
Amber skies greet dark red sun
A heartless salute thou crescent moon
Your influence will little save now
Young kid lost in the undergrowth
Step not to yonder backyard
Those fiery balls are eyes alight
The hyena lurks awaiting
Beware your cocks and goats tonight
OH! Path well trudged path do
Bring home the mother’s heart
With a new water jug daintily held
Upon bridal hair newly braided
For tomorrow at eke we dance
Let stomachs be left spacious
Let loin clothes be kept neat
For the morrow we click tongues
Practice sounds beyond Mazi’s Obi
Maidens step in line and break apart
Strong youths embody music to fly
Old maid reminisce days long gone
Let the mortars pound in rhythm
Echo great hill, echo the mothers might
Let fathers’ heart ring clearly now
As they extols their woman’s worth
Away on lonely pastures afar off
Where observation’s seat is built
The bitter heart sits in observation
Awaiting the wind to change, with it hint
Rain cloud invade solitude
Darkness became its oysters
Away calls the hyena
To places where the sheltered awaits
Light touches thou virgins’ renown
Should raiders come anon be spared as
Dark flounders in little known parts
A light, brief
Shows arrows flight to a warrior’s heart
Sleep won the battle of wits
But the morn brought its story
A shrill cry, a troubled whisper
An empty bed left awry
Away did lonely heart bore her
Dark he is, one with night, gone
Away with maidens’ dance, away
Hopes of potbellies sullen
Her beauty bought death
Her soul left to roam still
The valley of a father’s promise
No wedding gongs to show her the threshold.
Yes, her hurt love came
With the help of shadowed moon
Bore her he did
To the land of never return
Lovely. You have a way with words.
Thanks for reading and commenting Lade. We just dey try,
This is very good. Dittoing @lade-a with your way with words. The poem flowed. Kinda was reciting aloud as me read and it really was good. Also like the four stanza concept.
I hear Jaywriter, Thanks for the kind comments. Felt the four stanza style will do it more justice but didn’t think too much about it, it just flowed naturally. More blessing bro.
A beautiful piece….me like….
Glad it worked for you Treasured1.
Great…simply beautiful…Well done!
Thanks berry, thanks for reading and commenting
Maybe its just mean, but i think meaning was a little obscure, although I was able to make out something in the ending parts.
Well done!!!
Well Lawal, that was the general idea so your are still on track. Thanks for reading and commenting bro.
Pretty self indulgent, but I quite like it.
Ah Scopeman. Don’t really know about the self indulging part. Glad you liked it though.
It’s really nice and melodic but i got lost on the way,although i enjoyed reading it.do give a little insight to it.
Well Mylife, there really isn’t much to it. The explanation are open ended, I meant for it to be that way — as such, you make your conclusions from it. I must add though, that the story is more epic than not and should be read with that in mind.
was lost but made for a really impressive read,I like it.
Look a little closer gretel, the story actually told itself. Well, lost among the imagery sha.
Lets say the poem pursues so many themes.Arguably and virtually,the flora and fauna of di poems milieu are set against so many issues.Didn’t quiet get the place of ‘observation’ in the poem.Am sure our politicians will say:Politician:”… ‘Stolen by night’ ke,no oh,its under daylight we steal,not night”.Lol.Pls chisel dis poem more.Thanks
I see why you think of so many themes. A poem really is open to different interpretations. For this one, I was more set on writing about the revenge of a shunned lover and beside trying to capture the scenery, didn’t pay much attention to sub themes. Will surely take my chisel to it sooner than you expect. thanks for reading bro.
Very easy to get lost in the poem, I liked a number of lines in it though
i like this…cool