Friday, July 16, 2010

Tales by Moonlight

I remember how we
Used to long for such nights.
Under the starry dark night, sat we
On leather skins and raffia mats
Cuddling our breasts with robed arms
Fondling the warmth enveloped
In our protruding bellies.

We had moments earlier
Stood up from a stumptous meal
Of amala married with a
Steamy bitter-leaf infested egusi sauce.
The day on its sickbed,
With eyelids heavy with death
Four more hours and a half
Before the morrow comes
Riding in the wake of dawn.

The time is ripe for a little peep
At evening leisure
For when sleep comes calling,
Her summons: for a date with our beds,
We cannot help then but die with today.
With eyes open and heads
Cocked at an informative angle,
We listen in rapt attention
For it is Mother’s turn to tell a story
Tonight’s special – another tortoise’s adventure.


(… …to be continued)
 
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written : August 2006

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