Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

Serenade–Ekweremadu Uchenna

Hiding in your amoured shell
masked in that red smile
which fires even a lame bull
you puff kisses
that vapourise before they reach me

my songs drown in the buzzes
of the million bees that trail you
and gloss you with their honey tongues

you lounge on your hill of ice
gauging your worth by the number of faithfuls
that daily throng your booth

you sprawl on your heap of gold
calling the blazing sun’s bluff
even though it slowly cracks your mountain

but petals soon lose their charms to new buds
who feed on them in derision
and footpaths littered with spent stars
are the more trodden by the aggrieved

while I still grope your thorny fence for soft spots
swinging this golden censer of literal love
why not smash your panes and let in my scented songs
before time
like fine sand
sips out through God’s clenched fist

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