In A Wink Poem by Celestine Ikwuamaesi

In a wink,

she lit up the room, a morning star;
a sunflower swaying,
bright as sun's rays.

No rumble, no quake, a crack crept
up the wall; a silhouette stole in,
stifled the air, dulled
the budding bliss.

We watched joy bleed,
seep like hasty tropic rain into
pain-baked earth; faces lost glow
with folds of sorrow.

Hope waned, fled like a shadow!

We heeled over the brink
of despair, choking back tears.
In a wink, she was gone;
gone like passing wind!


If she had cuddled in sleep
under blinking stars, I'd have crouched
and pecked her cheek. A sun, she blazed
at dawn and dimmed at noon.

When will the morning come?
When will the star rise
and we hug in a flood of joy?

There she lay, cozy;
there we stood,
blinking at our dream.

© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi