NIGHT

When the sun retires,
when the clouds, grey
and that beam retrieved
by its visiting foe,
humour me, Night.

With the sweet music
of frogs and the cricket,
with the soothing sparks
of fire-flies, the moon stars,
humour me, Night.

When the coin turns,
hiding good, giving ill
and green is lost
to the heave of grunt,
tutor me, Night.

To sail high above
your eerie noise
to draw strength
from your darkest hours
tutor me, Night.

To draw wisdom,
from your moonlessness
and strength to have,
when your stars hide
tutor me, Night.

That when dawn comes
in its awesomeness,
and my heart, boisterous
won’t a teacher forget
Save me, Night!

Serah Donald Mbachu is a shy writer who hides in Owerri.

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ODE TO RAIN

By Ishola Wasiu Ayodele

 

I,

Cold tears,

Silvery fluids,

Feeding earth.

A gift,

Pure!

 

I,

Bullets,

Stony drops,

From raging skies,

Hitting earth.

Flood’ng it,

Curse!

 

I,

Who make

The tree swing;

Yond lightning strike.

Playing wards,

Mothers,

Call.

 

I,

The guest,

Heavenly.

Drumming thunders,

Humming winds,

M’presence

H’rald

##Ishola is our in-house poet. Besides studying in the University of Ilorin he is working on his collection of poetry.