Songs of Anisha
“Light Roars In the Darkness,”
by Adeola Ikuomola
Light roars in the darkness
As he circumcises the upright
Embracing him for his brilliance
To purify his masculine monument
Lighter in a glittering gown
Desecrates the thick darkness
Like the contentious concubines
Thundering for marital qualifications
Flowers shoulder the light
To pluck the colourful pollens
From the liver-laundering clouds
To resuscitate the valuable visionaries
Beauty graces the garden
Like the flare of the lonely sun
Plucking grooms from the pockets
To double-deck us in the bridal trains
Love sparkles like diamond
The blazing light is my delight
In the world of diverse kind of litters
My choice remains the lightborne letters
“Ribbons Under Water,”
by Onis Sampson
Art is atmosphere conjured
in nursery beds of a fertile mind.
At twilight, every eye
surrenders to curiosity.
This river bank
guides me to conclusions
wearing about it enchantment.
Abstractions need no garment
in corporeal whole.
Behold the waters,
behold the beaters
and the restorers of our flotilla.
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