Rainbow and whizzes come and go
Rosemary sprouts in the thrill
to be pecked by our innocuous souls.
A downpour of rain revives
the Virginity of arid soil
In rainfall, solace conversed
With our torsos lying on
The davenport of equanimity.
I made echoes of the wind
And talk of the mountains
As the stillness of my soul
for they lulled me to slumber
Even when mama seems
To be in hot soup and her
Heart throttles.
Then, when the sky and earth
Were walked down the aisle
And bound with a fruity vow
Sea and we the shepherd boys
Sit atop the World to display
Our thirty -two.
To me alone, if days hadn’t slipped,
I would love to settle in its stillness evermore
To bring the moon down for a walk with Jeremy.
Read – Black Magic – A Poem by Mwende Stardusti, Kenya
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