Left In A Sky Of Earth Poem by Felix Bongjoh

Left In A Sky Of Earth



(for an abandoned Ambazonian teenage soldier)

(i)

The starlings have swept
off dust and threads
of reeds, diving into a trip.

No bells ring, where they're
to land and grow skies
on flat and bumpy lawns.

Through silky squiggles
and sprinkled rose drizzles
from brick and blood,

they ride air and broken pieces
of cream hair in a mist.

(ii)

Rising from a red fire
of clouds, the birds bob
and cartwheel
and sail and float in strings.

Beyond an apple cloud,
they fade into blush and crepe,
a lone cotton speck
and a feathery dark pink,

magenta threads trailing
them with tiny red
streams from shredded flesh.

The sky grows fluffy
with the daisy ballooned wings
of an upper story of sky.

(iii)

Bounce back O blue-uniform
starlings to this ellipse
and arc of a little boy, by whom
a roller walks and hops.

A piece of sky sits and hangs
by elbows and shoulders
growing taller than a tree.

O leap and bounce off
to moths of air and black feathers
of a hard ashy sky
thawed and drained into corridors
of flying ribbons amid petals.

(iv)

They stretch out into
berry and ruby lakes, as slithering
red streams flow down

from the mountain of a man
grabbing unbreakable
hands of wind left back in a sky
on an emerald drifting lawn.

Only a bee buzzes
in its half-lipped breeze,

its own arcs floating over
a far-flung world of sun-eyed stars
over a lawn's sea,
whose arms touch and stroke
the hull of a hooting departing ship.

Monday, July 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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