Harriet Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

Everyone stares
At the trembling beads
Sparkling from the end
Of your springy spine

Speakers stutter
Paths bleed
Breaths cease
For longly stressed whistles
Over the rich goddess
Who silence and attention escorts
In a glamorous parade

How about the wine tappers
Who go chasing a treasure in the sky
To realize a treasure behind
Whose beauty intoxicates better
Than the wine above.

They get so unkind
Never minding the mines
Surrounding their climbs
They grip and turn
They grip and crawl
A better view of the elegant alien
Is just all their heart wants

How about the shattering pots
Of the unlucky maidens
Who share the river
At your hour of laundry.

How about the playing kids
Who pause their games
In adoration of the charming butterfly
Journeying through their lawn

Whenever you leave,
You leave the sons of men
To the grandiose size
Of your chariot's booth

You leave with the teeth
Wanting a grab of the lips
The hands wanting a grab of the elbows
The heart wanting an embrace
From the chest.
Harriet!
You are a deity
To be worshipped

©Michael_Adesiji