Poetry

A Song of Mourning: Poems by Romeo Oriogun

Image: Pixabay.com

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A SONG OF MOURNING

The body learning to pray onto itself,
The sky waking up in dead limbs,

My mouth,
My heart
falling like a wingless bird
into a song.

A moment’s silence for those that have died
on this path,
Fireflies are bursting into flames.
I await my turn,
A moment’s silence for my heart on fire.

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most times

The heart holds everything the mouth
cannot say,
The hill is also a lover
and its words are trapped in trees
and grasses.
I admit I thought love was another word
for rapture, a fantasy in the mouth
of a man speaking in tongues.
today I walked round this city
and all I saw was a sky
filled with fog and the promise of sun,
what are all these metaphors for if not
for sex. I apologize,
the poem of my heart
is your heart and nothing
can write it except water
and the sea within our palms.
There’s also another poem in your lungs. Breath.

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PRAYER

The first offering is the breath within a stem.

Grandma said:
to live here you have to open
your mouth to the language of roots.

mellons are cherubs
waiting within the womb of God.
Peppers are songs of angels
bringing rain to a land on fire.

At the back of my head
I still hear her voice –
Priestess of the land,
clad in veins and knowledge
of fire and kites –
as she plants her maize on my tongue:
The rain is a messenger of vegetables,
The brown earth running through
her fingers is the heart of God. Pray.

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Poems: Romeo Oriogun
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