The Skin Bag
written by: Ikechukwu Obiorah
In the bushes of my skin bag
All crickets turn into a deejay
Singing lyrics like ass in a sling
The wind comes murmuring in
The trees of my bones and the
Inside cloud becomes obscure
The colour of the river in the sky
Of my skin is as red as crimson
And the fishwives sulky and huffy
All the various leaves in my forest
Are dancing the thrum of the whiff
And the earth still drinks from the sky
I am the skin bag with osseous matter
Candy-coated with salt of the sphere
In defiance of the puff I draw breath.
Ikechukwu Obiorah is the author of the novel The Black Python Empire, a Nigerian award-winning poet, and a novelist included in the Who is Who of Emerging Writers Book Worldwide 2020, and his first novel The Black Python Empire included in The Book of Books by Sweetycat Press. His poems have been published in Poetica 2019 and Poetica 2020, by Clarendon House Publications, Spillwords Press, Ponders Series, Breaking Rules Publishing, Alpha One Linden Books by Clarendon House Publications, Better Than Starbucks, Cajun Mutt Press, Active Muse Journal, Sage Cigarettes Magazine, McMaster University Press (The Muse), Re:locations - Journal of the Asia-Pacific World, University of Toronto, PCC INSCAPE, 45 Magazine Women's Literary Journal, Bradlaugh Fingers, Ero Gospel Magazine,and others. Poetry has been his sweetheart for a decade.
Latest posts by Ikechukwu Obiorah (see all)
- Hang The Hangman - March 23, 2021
- When Insect Cries - September 23, 2020
- The Skin Bag - April 29, 2020
