Mosi Mustapha Gomina


The Young Sentinel - Poem by Mosi Mustapha Gomina

A tale is told of a young sentinel
Who crevassed the ice and into it, fell
And landed in meadows of white and green
With winged horses in a gold-coloured stream.
And when he felt the faint impulse to speak,
His lips were sealed and his body was bleak.
Then came thereafter, the voice of a flute
That quivered his essence and made him mute.
Just when he felt a kick upon his hand
And the echoing murmuring of a lamb,
The horses vanished and so did the stream.
He saw not his lady; 'twas all a dream.


Comments about The Young Sentinel by Mosi Mustapha Gomina

  • Kaila George (9/10/2012 8:46:00 PM)

    Wow I like this....this is simply poetic to the eye...do you know how to use stanza's...hmmm...it would be intresting to see in true stanza formation. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, September 3, 2012


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