When Flower Blooms
written by: Abdul Awal Arikewusola
Here I wait
wetting this flower with tears
on arid land. When I was young
I learned that fire can only melt iron
Angel that grazes the gust doth hold
a rod of a tempest.
When the night comes
& white rats that gnaw at my age
ascend to sculpture the moon with
their teeth, the flower will crack the
land & stretch out its emblazoned
neck & flirt with the night breeze;
breeze’s hands caress its lush buds.
Here I lie
watching the rats dragging the moon
into the sky’s pocket & lulling the
night to sleep.
Here I lie
wondering if the morning will catch
me before the land swallows me
before I become a wisp of smoke
before the land vomits the long lost
symphony
when the flower blooms.
Arikewusola Abdul Awal hails from Shaki, Oyo state, Nigeria. He is currently an aspirant of UniAbuja where he wishes to study English and literary studies. He finds healing in poetry, and thus takes it as a path on which he walks. As an emerging poet, his poems have appeared on Ila Magazine, Willi Wash, Teen Lit journals, Literary Yard, Thirty Shades of Roses Anthology, Broken Chunks of Heart Anthology, and elsewhere. He is currently 20 years old, and he writes from his town (Shaki). When he is not writing, he is found reading or watching movies.
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