goddess came to visit the forest last night
Riding on chariots driven by the velvet monkeys
Guarded by hornets and the armies of wasps
Beleaguered in obscurities by Obtaka the magician.
A maker of charms for the thieves and the lovers
Talisman of skies from paled skins of foreheads
Nail maker hooved webs of the antelopes
Shifter of the sharp swords for the reddish ants.
Striding solid at the hour of the midnight
Giving way to doorways to enter the corridors
Illuminated by the translucent light of the moon.
Tender are the dreams under the wider skies
Where buffalos roam in mud staked stripes
Conversing with mirrored spirits of golden ghosts
Witches, wizards, nymphs or other watery sports.
The chameleon on converse with the blizzards
Obeying the command to put spur on the lizards
The crocodiles, hippopotamus, ibis and the lion
Drinking at water holes under direction of wizard
Rocked white, stone turned hatches for the rabbits
Skin rigged, log wooded dug outs for the jackals
The eel of the deep laughing on its trailed dance
And Obtaka the magician roams in rugged stance.
A sterile smile
Stretched like a snare
Along the jagged wire.
Did you know the fury of my blood
Where deeds are mortgaged in duress
In darkness remote shifters of smile
Recovering grudgingly sanguine guile.
crippled colours of cindered circles
Beneath the bowers of thousand showers
Where animated grief has stripped away
Incongruities of the heart's desires.
forward in awareness of dreams
Burdened with a pile of drunkard words
Like streaks of lightning in traces
Like crevices in some dirty faces
When the skies dripped in wintry stress.