Tinuola olaiya

The Reign Of Day - Poem by Tinuola olaiya

She rolls the night's sleeping mat away with dainty fingers.,
and sits to paint the picture of a new dawn..
She sits astride her horse canvas, ...
Heavy breasts and wide hips clad in colourful iro and buba..
She sits, riding along with her fingers..
A lovely shuku rises right in the middle of her head like a mountain peak...
. A thousand seas reflect her graces...
Her smile is sunshine....
She pauses to frown..pondering what her next stroke should be..
A cloud gathers with her every scroll...
'That won't do', she sighs; and tiny showers drop...
She must decide, .
And quickly too..
For Eledumare's drum beat for the day quickens in her ears...
And heats up her blood.
She realises her power..
The memory of her stay...
surely, ...
It's in a smile here, ... A tear there..
A birth here, ... A death there...,
An embrace... A parting..
Shower drops and draughts..
Her eyes shine and it's seen in the brightness of the sun..
Her smile widens...and the dark of night departs...
Oh what a picture she sets out to paint..
As day she takes her reign.....

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2011

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