Tickling Me Poem by Augustine Yirideme

Tickling Me

Rating: 4.5


Who'd pass me some cold patch?
Under my mat the ground seeps
Just like good old thatch.
Chilling waves oozing out,
Penetrating my 'zana' mat.
Tickling me just like that.
O Harmattan, you say what?

January 2013

Thursday, January 10, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This short poem reflects on the extremely cold weather conditions experienced in northern Ghana during the Harmattan season.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shania K. Younce 25 January 2014

This is a fine read. Bien!

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