MORNING DOVE - BY ADURAGBEMI BARNABAS

Wait for me in the terrace of the sliding leaf
Stainless feather meandering splashing firmament
I’m at the humble corner of green shadows of palms
Intertwining golden twigs and demolishing hornet’s nest
Tales by moonlight in thick dawn of rising eastern sun.

Frame of hopeful map hung at bodily block of pedantic heart
Rough trail of efflorescing beatitude crisscrossed request
Wings of seraphim attached skin to equate the racing breeze
Plight of falconer lingers in the boiling mind of tied wingy wings
Brightening lines magnetizes the baseless sharp whitish claws.



Plumes retrenched gummy field of ageless commandment
Death of identification at the altar of many bitter cascading dirges
Red, not red of fruitful roses, but redness of clothing stigma of hades
Thirst of blood on land of waters; search of body in world of decaying souls
Parables of the wind on weakened pulpit of elders of birdbrain and cobwebs.

Mourning dove begot the evening sparrow of sword to rent freedom attire
Perforated roofing sheets betrayed the minds sets of rocky foundation
Those who can laugh have no teeth of intentions for cracking dark nuts
Shivering gatekeeper of tomorrow marries beautiful jinx of mermaid
Cacophony of alleviation springs from the dream of unborn bones.


Rain of vengeance metamorphosed erosion in these stomachs
Emetic liberates obstructed gushing of concealed sediments
Wolves rent sheep’s clothing for the bewitched to see through crystal jars
Cataclysmic construction of old rugged road revealed the diamond in gutter
The caged bird sings sonorously when fetters of iron melt in fire.

Assent the bills of illumination on this mountain of endless contests
Disburse lubrications magnanimously on stiffened engine of accomplishments
Masquerades of the night should depart to the evil forest of unreturned
Morning dove returns to the green morning and sparrow to leafless night
Palm trees at the rivers of waters rescue pregnancy from unripe birth.

                                                    WORLD BARNABAS








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