Poetry

THE TRAGEDY OF A HUNTER’S DEPARTURE By Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi

Written by Editor

(One Hundred and Thirty (130) days remembrance of my late father)

Nights to your ghastly adventure
Hunter, I dreamt your demise
In those hallowed hours
Of mirthless nights
Bored with a singularly recurring mare.

How I wish there were no nights,
I wouldn’t have been harassed
By their mysterious mares.

On an occasion of such
Unsolicited revelation, gory:
Your arms dripped heavily
But your face beamed radiantly
With petals of smiles
And flung a veil of obscurity
On my naive hermeneutics.

“Father”, I called, “I saw you smile in blood.”
“It is of animals and games,
Perhaps for the knocking hunters’ feast”,
Shallowly, you interpreted.

Not your fault, hunter;
Not my fault neither:
I was no Joseph, neither were
You, to do a faultless hermeneutics.
Perhaps we might have forestalled the fate.

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.