In Creative Corner, poetry

Six rays woke us
Seven a bite smiled on our tongues
Eight, we dropped towels
And nine, we mend ties.

Ten, we buckled our belts
And clicked our cards
Eleven, we held tight on straws
Earphones pouring lyrics
Twelve, we lined up in the studios
Her smile was infectious.

At one, she monkeyed on my back
Two, we rolled in for a nap
After setting up the alarm
Three, we held fish lines
And four were for smoke and soups
At five, I read her poems
Her handwriting was that of a duck
Her words were a wonder.
At six, we waited for God’s curtain.

On a white page
I trace each drop of ink
That painted my heart
On that day.

 


This poem was published in the 13th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
Please click here to download.

 

More Poems:

Visages of the Soul – Mowete Ebenezer (Nigeria)

Masks – Khadija Abubakar (Nigeria)

Phases; Mirrors – George Ochekwu (Nigeria)

Sun Past – Chekete Christasia (Malawi)

 

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  • Timti Autricia
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    Simple, yet beautiful lines.

    • David Jomo
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      Thanks much Timti. I appreciate.

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