PETALS OF PURPLE ROSES
It’s raining here in Jos, she said.
So also in Lagos.
Here are my wishes for you:
I hope the rain doesn’t wash away
The glittering petals of purple roses on you.
I hope the rain drenches your body
With springs of love
That I may fetch and drink.
Like a fountain,
My soul is a spot for fulfilment and enough.
With the purple roses,
That you may crown my art with serendipity.
Like a vineyard,
My heart is a garden of love for you till eternity.
your cubicle speaks of dreams and shadows.
these dreams shed shadows
away, far from the reflections of you – the mouthpiece
and you locked these dreams from echoes of light.
maybe you have to tell me something scary,
maybe you have to tell me something ears couldn’t hear,
maybe you have to tell me what the body couldn’t bear.
do not wait till your tongue starts to see in languages difficult to decipher,
do not wait till your tongue starts to dance
in rhythm difficult to synchronize,
a speechless mouthpiece remains wordless.
we have our culture, tradition and customs that forbid
a woman maisonettes herself in a man’s costumes.
maybe when you talk, you know what not to do wrong
to a man you see and stalk.
centuries gone by, your noise doesn’t deafen me still,
i lay on those dreams that have me wondering why you cannot speak still,
do not trample my dreams into oblivion
with shadows and you sojourn,
if you do,
i will open doors for reflections of light and wisdom, ostensibly echoed
and make you understand the love of words is the beginning of freedom.
I can feel the furnace
Of burning anger in your text,
It chimes like a ravening wolf
Ready to devour prey for hunger and thirst.
Your eyes paint red as the heaven rains blood,
And you are ready to draw a line for two
Where the sojourners of love meet and part.
Grief is a shell of loss,
It envelopes my heart with anxiety
That you may leave for good.
For this burning anger,
My heart will melt in ice.
Poems: Ebenezer Adaramodu Zerry