Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

From The Cold To The Warmth - Poem by Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

Living in the a London flat
in one of the coldest wintertime
and Ariel, your ship,
ahead on the sea
and Frieda
and Nicholas
warming themselves
and the whole world was
with Lady Lazarus,
the bell jar tolled.

Drawing cartoons of the sea and wanting
to send them to you
and meeting Anne
but February was not
too far
from the first pole
where you had heard voices
of Otto and Ted
you to the edges of darkness,
the bell jar tolled.

Was the world
aware of that coming
winter storm
across London and elsewhere?
Your breezy words were
my brigantine
from a Breton port
to bridling wells,
I was
the bell jar tolled.

I knew
I would
meet you again
in Blackberrying waters
I would not ask for love
behind the green glass:
this was no
because the rainbow was painted in the sky
and the world was still silent,
the bell jar tolled.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 5, 2013

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