Antelope And Lion Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

A breeze cruises into a gale.
Storm on its wings,
Typhoon on tentacled limbs.

On a grasshopper's
High-heeled legs
Jiving with swaying grasses.

The breezy antelope
Shoots itself into air, a hurled-off spear,
A tossed-off pebble
From an urchin's catapult.

A storm of a lion
Fuels its thick itchy limbs,
Chases the breeze
Swimming
In mid-air in sea-air.

(ii)

And the breeze of an antelope
Puts on a bird's wings,
Fastens its swinging knotted tie,

Flaps wings - flaps them
With hands on cymbals,

The whispered and crackling music
Of survival flying
Along a sun-pulled trajectory.

The breeze-antelope flaps wings,
Flaps them, elastic sheets of air,
To a galloping feat,

Its nimble frame a crane
Wearing a tuxedo,
A frigate bird's wings,

As it bounces
Through a lane in plasma.

(iii)

Run, dash O antelope,
The fire is touching.
Spring, dart, O lion, the prize is
At tongue's tip.

The lion sprints
With a peregrine falcon's wings,

Setting gear to flip out
Latex-drawn parachutes
Stretched out and stretched out

Over the strip
Of the panting lung-burnt antelope.

Sprint, sprint, lion.
Scamper off, scamper off, antelope.

At a cliff's brittle bank
Spreads the antelope on floor of earth.

On a mountain's podium
The lion dives on antelope
Not for a bloodbath
But a stroke with a breezy tongue

Warning antelope
Of the lurking blades of an eagle's claws,

As both stroll in air's den
Under a zephyr-rayed sun spinning
And spinning
An avatar's eyes.