Poetry

THE SACRED WRIT – By Babatunde Aishat (Nene)


Bleeding thoughts dost flow on the white patches
To form winged words
Winged words like the eagle
Dallying with wind solemnly glide

With the nib of impetuousness, forged memories reverberate
Sending thongs of fire to the hailing heart
Like the fires in the Agamemnon of Aeschylus destroy Troy
Blazed up is the heart’s joy.
Heart wounds scratched secrets unearthed
Fear-gripped, heart gropes for solace
Lo!  A tale of turbulent times yet untold
Hath more to e-male. Why then may’st it not be unleashed?

On Mt. Helicon, these solemn lines bathe in the sacred writ
In a spur of moment, usurpation undoes the heart
The winged words soar high in the still-cloudy sky of the heart
The sacred writ opens, accompanied by a smirk on the muse’s face.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.