Guest Post (Saturday Poem): Camwood, Sambisa ’14 by Oyin Oludipe
Earth to riven bark, earth of litanies
A rift in spirit-roots leans beyond
Heavy mists on human tides, fashion
Death in kernel for vagrant bowls
Of cruel longing, a fine vision of
Hunger when the sky explodes,
Let an earth’s entangled blemish
Seal their storm
They, Night-Chanter, through
Grim shadows of the numb, strange
Dirge of deserters, wine on primal ache
Of lone imposed – let swallows from a
Distant shore, not spell fashions of mouths,
Flap the moon’s garment in naked
Oblation before the weary eyes
Against a bereaved earth,
Let tears from a coursing stalk
Bath their pulses in warm intrusion
Of your feeble splendour.
Let a passing red dawn.
Oyin Oludipe loves to ponder in the dark, enjoy Asa’s soulful songs and write about the human struggle for constant relevance. He is a young Nigerian writer, tweets from @Sir_Muell.
Good job bromnice diction and tune
Brilliant words of true expressions
Heavy words! Let us pray for the human soul.
Me like what I read and heard from your pen in a season when the pen (lead and ink) suddenly found relevance with the dead souls of men. A strange romance of our dulled senses with writers. So please with the simplicity of all inclusiveness pen more words for us all but erase all trace of class and elitism