Moments
Then sky pulled back
the rainbow bowing night.
Counting her eyelashes in the pane,
wild glint in the back seat
went off down the rising street.
A slim tuft of feathers left
a dead chick, billows above
to a new home.
Walking
I found joy
in the dark sitting
at a voice’s feet.
Raining, a mind
peace dumped
few steps
outside the theatre
walks away like walking out
of a nightmare
when he’s outside with a foot,
his body is saddled with you
and he’s also inside you.
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This poetry is loaded. “The birds in your shirt” is fascinating. My best poem here is ‘Closure’. The symbols are fresh and organic. Well done, Yemi..
Beautiful collection!
Compelling beauty!