Thursday, September 12, 2013

In'her scope

In'her scope
where her beauty resides
he discovered
what is worn inside is an insight
without love carved deep
and a heart sculpted
with the chisel of patience,
art of endurance will not be seen


When they left the dance floor
where energy dripped
his ears became a sanctuary
for her spirited stories

She'd been through rough days
through dark corridors
like Elmina slaves
but escaped through the gates of no-return -
a probable life destruction

It took them two to tango
but they remixed their steps like azonto
they interlocked words like vocabulary lego
for a long while, then
when they left the dance floor
where laughter dripped
his ears became a sanctuary
for her spirited stories

Stories about how she used to die each day
tattooing tears on alleyways
while waltzing with music of murder
culling criminal choruses
on concrete corners
causing traffic with her static gaze
magnetism in her utterances
an effect like sublime ordinances

Now she bears ambitions
like Accra hawkers do their products
the devil snatched her heart once and twice
and used her drive as a vehicle
she returned pale
she returned a pail
fetching hearts of men she lured,
her green gaze gobbled gloom
till she was touched by him

To discard the source of sorcery
and grow a new leaf and life
one morning

The fear she had inside
lost anchor and drowned
his words
ignited a passionate flame
to refine the rusty gold
in her heart
now she shines
like the sky's magic of morning

(c)KW 10092013

5 comments:

  1. Written with such passion and zest inspiring!

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  2. "...the devil snatched her heart once and twice
    and used her drive as a vehicle.."

    I like this. I like like like this!

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  4. Ma heart gallops after ma sentiments...this piece is a master poetry...

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