Night: Poems by Abraham Yahaya

Image: Pixabay.com

Image: Pixabay.com


Thou birth of twilight
That robs sunlight
Giants of their prowess
Chameleon them into
Craft of impotence

You sit like a prodigal widow
Under watch
of the luminous moon

you nurse pretense
in your eyes,
paved way for night children
to feast.

You harbour evil
In your concave bosom.
Idle minds masturbate
Fermented hope in your womb



the rainbow,
carved bows in the sky,
and the tears-filled clouds fold up



colourful bows
Adorn the sky,
Famished locust devour
Our land.
We chew fingers
To silence inner rumbles.

Impotent heavens!
We plead for a bleed



when you bid farewell,
you kiss the earth
and leave traces
of angry shadows,
whose distance we cannot march.

these shadows
you must take,
and bring back our
golden clouds.

Poems: © Abraham Yahaya
Image: Pixabay.com

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