Poetry

THE DEEP DARK DITCH By Mide Benedict

Written by Editor

That tickling time we never
Thought would tip its toe
Into our days. Took us whole with a hoe
Dropped us straight into holes as
Snakes, sent off fun feeding fields.

We, like snakes, were left
With empty hisses,
Scaring nothing in the
Deep dark ditch
Except for passing frogs,
Sent by hashtags as hugs.

Like social crocodiles
Banished from spring waves,
We became pale, longing for the sea
Though we still had good soil to warm
Our scutes but then our bodies left us
Broken, craving gravely for fluid.

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.