Birgitta Abimbola Heikka Poems

Mummy is a praying mantis
her head bowed, her hands clasped,
her knees bent.
From dusk to dawn
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The yawning sky accompanies
the cries and the beating bell
of the barefoot prophet.
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I wear neutral
The color of the sand
The color of the stone
The color of the stream
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Under the Tropical sun, strung
Rumbling like the sea on which she sits
A tornado ride in an amusement park
- exciting, enthralling, endangering.
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Truth came one day in the form of a naked, black doll
I once possessed.
How I came by it, I can no longer recollect
Perhaps someone with intentions base
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Through the glass doors, I watch
the sun go down
I sit afraid to move, to lay
my tired legs on the soft waiting bed
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Sliding from the hills,
a peripatetic path she
follows to the sea.
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The chameleon
leaned on the lamp post
His designer face
smooth as sherbet ice cream
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I swallowed a frog whole
and it got lodged in my throat
Latent, it laid in the green bowl
the amphibian I swallowed whole
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That won’t disappear
Heightening my despair
Illumining phantoms in the midnight air
Scorching flame in the atmosphere
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