Weekly Digest: The End is another Mournful Beginning by Michael Akuchie

 

 

I walk through the darkest part of a street,

treading softly on sidewalks stained with retarded light.

The stars do not come out to sit with the sky,

despite the blankness of night, I give my feet to the road.

When I invite the history of my body for late night tea,

I gather vague recollections about where my body has been,

about the loving nestlings in mother’s maiden name,

about her soft warm voice choosing the path of singing birds,

& slowly rocking me to sleep before a full grown moon.

My body is immersed into collective remembering,

so much that the road beneath the feet is no longer felt,

that a smile comes out of retirement to shine upon the shadows,

casting fear to help build myself into loving colours.

I do not stop flirting with the landscape of golden memories,

until I join the path that contains a sad lamentable house,

made of pale looking walls & rooms hostile to the sun,

upon entry, I devolve into winding waters & exhaust all joy.

 

 

Michael Akuchie is a Nigerian emerging poet. He studies English  and Literature at the University of Benin, Nigeria. His recent  work appears on Barren Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, Ghost City Review, Kissing Dynamite, Burning House Press, Neologism Poetry Journal, Peculiars Magazine, Honey & Lime Magazine and elsewhere. He is @Michael_Akuchie on Twitter. He is a Contributing Editor for Barren Magazine

 

 

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