these verses are stained with yesteryears’ distress,

today’s tears

and red- black ink of sorrowful solitude.


my mama

who art behind the clouds

tell me how to attain the sunny summit

when my whole is drenched in darkness

and death-blots smearing these pages? 

…i am sequestered to stare at the sunny sky. 


my teacher asked me write about you

and i wrote in a sentence:

“my mama is the hope with a rope dangling from the thighs of the sky…”

she snapped: “are you out of your mind?! “


where is the mind located in our bodies? 

i think it’s dis-tor-ted in these verses. 



i am now like the flowers you left in the vases

dismembered – with their nectars dried.

so,  I’ll  plant these verses in the vases

to grow new flowers. and i will be patient 

like a pebble… 

broken vases!  broken verses! 



i crave to dwell with the stars 

in their celestial conglomerate… 

(i hear voices and echoes in my head 

mama, is that you calling me to you? 

…rendezvous… )

but before i switch my belly-button off

i have few words to spew

but my voice is constrained 

and these verses are stained

with crimson petals drizzling like blood

like salty saline solution secreted by lacrimal glands

like smithereens of death… 

Writer’s Bio: Sodiq Oyekanmi is a Nigerian poet and a student of the University of Ibadan, where he currently studies Theatre Arts.

He enjoys writing poetry as he sees this as a creative outlet that enables him to reflect the world around him. He believes man must cling to hope even if it’s all he has. His works have appeared on Echelon Review, and other literary blogs

He is currently working on his first poetry chapbook.

You can find him on Facebook at Sodïq Oyèkànmí. 


1 Comment

  1. This went dark fast! But it was deep and I’m a sucker for poetry.

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