Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Rookie - 486 Points (16 January 1968 / Umuahia, Nigeria)

Paris - Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

One glorious, sun-drenched, thirsty December day,
I sat, numbed with the agedness of a visitor, and
Fumed eloquently with joy for the benefit of the
Seine – the ointment of Paris.
Somewhere along the gritty line laid bare by sere weeds
Of winter,
A restless tranter eulogized:
“Ce est Paris! ”
From the whistling, grating metro to the navel of
Elevated Eiffel, the tall, metallic maiden,
I saw frantic beauty.
I inhaled the peace of the atrium, sighting
Our Dame....
“Ce est Paris! ”
The voice, girly, and with the earnestness
Of chivalrous youth, came again, cold and soft,
Just the way of a sprightly winter.
Turning, I saw Paris in full nakedness of her beauty, like
A priceless fresco hanging from the sky.
“Do you need company? ” The tranter anglicised her French.
In one gulp I swallowed the pride of Paris.
“Hmmm! ” I grunted, wincing loudly from brio,
Counting my woes should I plod away to the red light areas,
“Give me Shakespeare and Company”.

Topic(s) of this poem: culture

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 17, 2015

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