Category: Daily prompt

An ode to, or a curse on Mary

  I say, "it is as you like it." Lola said; Curses on to women, Past and present. For the burden you created. For wrapping my fate in a foil of lies, Attractive to the less discerning eye. For placing the pen in my hand and moving the ladle to the other. For letting him … Continue reading An ode to, or a curse on Mary

My High

  Each one of my cells vibrates, Lifting up an inch Then another Until I am lifted. Detached from my body, My soul soars. With the doves I fly. Not satisfied, I sail high Then higher, To the seventh heavens. My form weightless, I slip In and out Of worm holes And through galaxies. The … Continue reading My High

The home I remember

  The home I remember, Was in a town called Kaduna. There was succour for every member. A mixture of all tribes in Nigeria. Hearts were filled with love for neighbours. Children were allowed fun times, With no fear of Mr Cyber. The streets were our play ground. We moved only for the few cars … Continue reading The home I remember

My passion

  Time is like thyme. It seasons a life, Like the lines In my rhyme. Yet, I see no dime I do not whine. For, my passion is rife And, I am cursed to write.     Image credit: Stevepb via Daily Prompt: Rhyme

Her greatest fear

Her new steps may hurt more than last. Her wings may break in the storm. Like a willow with no core, The wind will blow her side to side. She might trip, fall and freeze. But, Waiting was no option For, Her most visceral fear  Was to die standing   ©Aweni Image credit: _Jasmin_ via Daily … Continue reading Her greatest fear

A case of an imagined ugliness

  My beloved, Would you believe me, If I sang of how the sun rises From your arched brows, How your buttocks look Like twin moons, How the part of you through which you breath Is aquiline and cute, How your eyes sparkle like jewels, How your ears ooze perfection, How your skin is smooth … Continue reading A case of an imagined ugliness

Letter to a dead mum

Do you now see, Why I was tagged a mouse? Why I shivered when spoken to? Why the angles of my mouth are down turning? Why the creases between my brows are deep as gullies? Why my voice makes no sound, no matter how loud I shout? Why I run off like a dog, tail between … Continue reading Letter to a dead mum

Partner

    I am the rays of the sun, I put the moon to shame And the rain to grief. I am the precious stone That no ordinary man can own, Save for him anointed by God. I am she who is adored. Men before Have fallen on swords To seek my face. In life … Continue reading Partner

A king, yet a slave

    Like lanterns in the dark Your eyes shine through the fog Your remarkable body glides. Cutting through the air with your every step Stealthily, Yet, Kingly. The sun has risen to kiss the earth. And now they must kiss your throat. You make hay while the sun and earth make love. Because, When … Continue reading A king, yet a slave

The making of a pest

    Hot, sweet and creamy, On the train to the bakery, I sip my coffee. Fresh, petite and cute, She was so pretty in blue, Cupid's arrow flew. Alas! Dear reader, Just one was Cupid's victim. She was unaware. Love unrequited, Was my fate until the end. "A pest" I was called.