Kojo Owusu Poems
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The caryatid - Procession etched on the vague spires
Of fear - the silent strides on the prescience of night
Black shadows with dire aspirations pursued
The lone mournful procession embarked
On the uncertainties of convictions and power engendered
In the quietude of noble ambitions
The spires echo the clangor of the thuds of feet
Timorous and brave.
The procession - the call of the sirens to the holy figures
The mosaic saints in the anteroom of eternity
The deluge of torrents to lave the cry of the damned
In the boulders of echoing despair
The emergence ...
Benign secluded grove fretted with sequins
Of awe and wonder – where sober stare
And stern silence, unsettling, foreboding
Awakes the drooping façade of the wilted
Huts and the will of the immortals fall
To wash away the fears of the folks.
Lone. You stand in the impenetrable bush
And scatter seeds of life on the granary floors.
The eaves tremble and the rafters proclaim