A King's Crossroad Poem by Feyisayo Anjorin

A King's Crossroad



Pulled by the beauties of shadows,
Chasing brightly coloured feathers in the wind;
Many paths calling to be followed,
Many longing eyes on the king.

Visions in the loins of the moment,
Sensual consciousness of scented herbs,
Leaks of energy, hands of torment;
Visions of shepherds and herds.

A ring, and many crooked fingers,
Beacons of Ero's consent;
A throne in a field of vipers;
The giants' contest, a midget's contest.

Mixed wine savoured in secret;
Different tastes and a thirst for difference,
Familiar like the street creed;
A crowned head, a slave of influence.

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Feyisayo Anjorin

Feyisayo Anjorin

Akure, Nigeria
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