A Tale Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

As youthful dew begins to
descend on me,
Then paths divide before my eyes,
And I stand,
My thoughts in disarray,
Seeking escape,
Dragging the broom of choice.


Gulliver’s raffia weaves its baskets,
Round my heart,
As I dream of wild winds,
On turbulent seas.


Life spread out before me,
A wide expanse of landscape,
Seeking adventurers.
And I stand, still.
My gaze scaling higher,
Beyond my dreams.


The lush grasses
Entwined with thorns,
Yet, my heart disowns the knowledge
Of another’s experience.


For I desire,
Yes, I desire.


To see with my eye,
To be pricked by wild thorns.


If I must,
Then I must.