Merlin Mwaura Poems
' I Do...'
Take your hand from this dark abyss,
take me out of this emptiness,
keep me from a bloody mess,
black ribbons and black bow ties,
honeymoon on our ancient tomb.
Lay my life on a death bed,
cremate me while we make smoky love,
like mushrooms pollinating the earth,
glass bands and wedding rings,
tear this flesh and with bloodied ink,
write our vows forever more.
' I do '....
I do want there to be a forever,
dark clouds or shiny sky,
full moon creeping in the afternoon.
Clutch in the morn of nine,
a little girl cries her tears out.
'Tis a school gate, wonder where her teachers are...
is this not the much spoken, girl child.
Her right of education infringed to me, 'tis my view.
How else do you explain this 10yr old,
clutch on rusty bars in this cold.
It is my folly not,