Osiers of the Moon
If I were a woman, I would marry you-
If the world could turn around, I would love to be in your arms
To feel the grills of the moon and watch the doves coo
To hear the birds sing from below the pines
And sit under the oak tree to hear the moonlight tales
I have stumbled on you after my wandering
And my eyes have been cobwebbed by your benevolence
My world has been plastered with the cement of your hands
For without your words, I would have been dispirited
Would have been scattered like the dust of the earth
I would love to stay beside you, even when my time ends
Even when I am thrown into the other side of the world
I would ravage like the osiers of the moon
The whistling pines would mottle incongruously like the swans
Swapping the rivers, the waters and the gutters
I have seen your kind; I have seen you
I have damped and cramped myself with comparison
But nothing pelts me with stones
I have listened to the birds sing your songs
And I have been seduced to dance to your drums
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-06-15 at 10:32
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