Nket Godwin's Poem

WHEN NIGHT COMES

I bear the day's glaring shadows,
Wishing the night never drapes
These swivelling ankles to creep,
As I played with the moths and bees,
Wishing mosquitoes never filmed
This housefly-like cottage within.

Will night evade this youthful day?
Will these flailing toes turn toddler
Wading with cringed tricycle again?
Will I see my brother's shadow
Instead of that firefly-like face of
Youth embracing gaudy handshake?

The night is a market woman's basket,
With many faceted faces of ingredients;
Its approach is a scourge to the soul:
Flies wandered in sleep, while mosquitoes
Evade the playground with eerie hums,
And dream wrestled with dreamers.

©Nket Godwin

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