this poem is titled after my father's poem: 'our husband has gone mad'


Our Son Has Gone Mad

Here in this epoch
in this fragmented part
find i in mist of tart
a whirlpool of beautiful maidens
surrounded by gorgeous gems

Oh! lord

so many are created
hypnotize my mind blind
De Monize my brain again
was i destined
destined to starve them
with out boots
towards me they march
'am a soldier of unbridled love

A nocturnal owl
bring i spirited message...
they await you!
here and hereafter
De cast your blame
Un point your finger
could have been another

crucify me a thousand times
desecrate all my seven graves
or better still
de canonize my re incarnated spirit
could have been another

but i have been born
dragons confirms this
*Otumoye was present
and said yes

journeyed i through the heavens
guided i to the threshold
of ethereal plain
brought i in blood to the coarsest plain
nurtured my fair flesh
healed me and more...
showed i hidden door ways
of indescribable pleasures

Oh! great sculptor of my being
seer of open secret treasures
why may i bereft them
giveth i what i have
receiveth not what 'am not offered
rescued
all could be
i the most

Yes!
love undaunted
love undulated
untrue and unsure
'am undoubtedly obscure


*culturally,in my home town,'Otumoye' is the second mythical animistic demi god,traditionally believed to favor widows and maidens in ancient Onitsha kingdom.



Poetry by chuma okafor
Read 671 times
Written on 2009-03-09 at 08:55

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text