Songs of Anisha
“The Circumference Of Life Pursuits,”
by Adeola Ikuomola
Dark thunderclouds were wild’s fiery vows
Generating their aerially christened relays
But within their bottled atmospheric cows
Lightning reared death-dispensable delays
The rainbow glows in the beauty of seven
The softened tears of the angels to savour
Abreast the exclusive pageants for heaven
From wet skies she skims exclusive favour
Upon the stream she walks on paired toes
Like urns documenting the dead for nights
In the dungeon she notes rare vicious foes
Like a new clock ticking off the old Knights
The rainbow wins the wars with rush gown
Speaking on her pillow cases in the stream
From her pocket fresh water dances down
Like the dead resurrecting in a dairy cream
Evening trades in olden gowns dyed so late
At the night twilight fires in communal shot
Like the bereaved moon on mourning plate
Lest his doors to the lime light be dead shut
Midnight enters with his solemn oral creak
The marauding beasts offer quick applause
Like the waves trawling down the old creek
With the canoes offering a pleasurable plus
The sunrays tick out the skies for a capture
Like the blind insects in the spider’s thread
Fair flowers are souls caught up by rapture
When weeds are crowned with dark dread
Life is the dull circumference of a polar tale
Told abreast dark imageries tagged unseen
Mortality pursuits explore our expiring tail
On dark orders from an unreachable scene
When our breath declares it is fully porous
Like the hole in the ancient homemade hat
The last word is deafened by a fake chorus
Mourners and morticians make a fair heart
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