CASSAVA PLANTATION - BY ADURAGBEMI BARNABAS
In the air of attic moment and springing game
Pins of dreams pitched the tent
Bucolic scenery captures imaginary breath
Edges and ridges sprawl in length
At the hut of night, mortar and pestle interact.
Flash of sun induces creeping thought
Through the paddle of canoe, ADEPATE interplays waters
Thirsty, not of water, but of digging sweat
In this trail, she built a thunderstorm afar in growing hills
Echoes of unseen buried the blazing peddler.
Shrink of view extends prevailing preference
In bedroom of flowing waters, consciousness unlocked the gate
She stumbled among the stem of thorny labyrinth
Envelope of shadow eavesdrops comfort that lies in metallic lip
She sang her luring songs at the crates of sands.
In the reign of strength that sustains eagle’s wings in sky
ADELANA untie the knot of hidden route
Chiefs submitted their royal beads to appease the prince
Desperation ignite fire on village sacrifice
In the eve of thought, he danced along the trail of luring songs.
In the pursuit of shadow, priceless garment interlocked thorns
He wandered alone in the land of perdition
Rather than sensation of heat, he embraced pain with pleasure
Greenish leaf of cassava formed the bedrock of conversation
Magnetic chants drew him to ridges of dream.
ADEPATE, at the market of hope, displayed angelic gait of body
ADELANA, at the mountain of mystery, interprets blindness of path
Then they laughed at skyscrapers but pay attention to the wood
In the terrace of the sliding leaf,
They were naked, played as child, reason as sage, and not ashamed.
WORLD BARNABAS
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