A week to the day
They come presenting the rosy bow;
Brandishing promises, seizing my heart.
The day turns the godly ungodly
As they explore my sacred shrine,
Planting in me the nature’s seed
When the rain is still locked in the cosmos.
Gbera! They zoom off
Ceasing being my bonny bone,
Becoming another unfortunate bow.
February 14! Are you for love?
Valentine’s Day! Are you made for scores
To birth seasonal players
Who breaks curvy walls to plain?
Oh! Bones of my bone I thought,
…bows to my bone they are.
Copyright 2019 Oladoyin Micheal (Prof. Mike Breeze)