Poetry

The Rainbow is a Peninsula: Poems by Adeola Ikuomola

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THE RAINBOW IS A PENINSULA

The skies renounced tourism
The wings screeched to a perch
The feathers clang to a sudden close
Within their aerial tears, fears and wears

The skies embraced terrorism
The winds wet with burning acid
Migrant feathers fired to the marrows
Like faggots mocking the furious flames

Darkness fumed for the skies
Witch-hunting the rarest galaxies
The rainbow was the calm peninsula
Shrouded in secrecy, clouded in potency

The clouds gang-traded in rains
Under higher barometric pressures
The quickest nibs of the fountain pens
Wrote settlements in the colourful rainbow

The sun lurched onto the skies
To dry-clean the rain-soaked glands
Her flaming wagons kicked us offside
Like the water leaping off the great heights

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THE VILLAGE IN THE BUSH

The jagged little hills
Juggled the steep hillsides
Houses sprinkled the valleys
It was typical and very beautiful

Coins cornered corns
In the warmth of laughter
A thief was caught in action
With the jungle justice presiding

The sun bathed nude
Seducing the wanderers
With her blazing garments
Flooding the flowers with potency

The simplified maids
Fixed the sky with beauty
Like the domineering flowers
Prevailing over the purifying fields

The clerical crickets
Under the moon’s beam
Entertained the superstars
With the rich rhymes and rhythms

The trees as monkeys
Flying noisily like old bats
In their huge human fashion
They laminated our social pictures

The dusk was a racial clown
Seeking foreign rays to drown
He painted the world deep brown
Like a fool honoured with the crown

Fruits for frowning fellows
Scratching their painful heads
Their verbs threw up the adverbs
Like a grand terror-tailored darkness

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THE BLOODY ADVERSARIES

The moon delivered her last beam
To the darkness-conquered dome
Upbraiding the bloody adversaries
In the thickest forests for anxieties

Peace processing wary weariness
Posted peaceful pallets on the sea
Like butterflies blinking on the ires
Blazing in the thunderstorm’s bills

The seas are open inconsistencies
Woe-nursing the sorrowing sailors
Transfering aggressiveness on toe
Cut out as a peace-resisting storm

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Poems by Adeola Ikuomola
Image: Pixabay.com

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