Warrith Olawale

Rookie - 78 Points (lagos)

Where The Flowers Glow - Poem by Warrith Olawale

That mother's fears, that child's tears
Live amid those crops that no longer sprout.
Here prevails dwarfism, the product of prolonged drought
Drought on land, drought in the sea, drought everywhere
Into the fiery eyes of drought now I stare.
On the bank of this dieing river I stand
Watching the cold wind kill the ecstasy in sand.
Grief's bird has perched on my heart
Its feet as sharp as a dart.
Dancers of sorrow thump their feet into the ground
And my heart is filled with the sorrowful sound
Of that mother's sighs, that child's cries.

The night falls, the rooster calls
With this river we flow, to where the flowers glow
Where nature sings and children are kings
Somnambulists wake, chains break
Pirates weep and think as their ships sink
Pedestrians fly, illusions die.
In this light gleams the face of honeyed streams
Ecstasy dawns in our heart as it was in the start
And the fleeting breeze kills griefs footprints on the seas
To usher in that mother's death, that child's birth.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 25, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, March 4, 2011

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