HERO OF THE WEEK

HERO OF THE WEEK
POET OF THE WEEK: DAN DEDIVER OBODOEFUNA . "SONNET VIII (18th April, 2013)

Thursday 17 January 2013

A NIGHT BEFORE HARMATTAN





I sat, i watched.. 
The sorrowing wind groveling by- 
slowly slowly; i sat, by my fiery friend, my torch.. 
As murmuring leaves stuttered a goodbye 
Mumbling from side to side 
While farewel is bade; to a weather sweat and mild.. 
The grasses, they danced a slow tune- 
Crooned by the wind.. 
I sat, i watched.. My witness was the moon 

'Tis a doleful welcome ceremony 
Fit for the coming tyrant- 
my pity, for these greens; they'l soon be frail and browny- 
And pale, and dormant.. 
OH brook and loft watered stream! 
Hurry now, crave the hands of mother-sea 
The coming man is harsh and thirsty; ne'er gleam' 
Warm wind, find a frock of sweater 
Quickly, quickly- ere you turn cold.. 
'Tubers- tubers', tell the farmer.. 
Swift comes his foe, from timings old.. 

Hurry, hurry flowers 
Find a hiding place 
Ere your petals sweet and supple 
Turn frail and crisp.. 
Scurry, scurry rose maidens 
Oil thy phloem's clothings 
Ere harmattan comes with its chiding; be quail- 
Ere its stern caress turns thee, dry n pale.. 

I sit, i watch- leaves in melancholy cheer 
Spending the last breath of a pitying weather 
-holding conciousness that; harmattan is near 
Brave gentle greens, waiting death; waiting to wither- 
Should men be brave and united as you.. 
Glory-glory, will be; all we'll chew..

                                               - Otonye Daniel

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