Red in Pink
Muted Anticipations.
Riding,
saddle--less, on the back of a harshened mare.
This is the seasons of reds;
they should be swirling unabated in the sky,
delighting our very senses beyond sensual.
This year when Christmas arrived,
it was decked in a different apparel.
Red in Pink. Pink in red.
Its shimmering streaks, mirroring weakened baby cries,
failed to dazzle.
And so 31st tottered in.
It cast a forlorn wobbly shadow
on mud caked walls.
Worshippers
paid their debt in obliged obeisance.
Casting furtive glances to the hanged voice
of uniformed Dampare.
Afiah Obenewaa/Grace Danquah, is a Ghanaian writer living and working in Ghana-West Africa. Some of her poems are published in online journals like The Mamba, ActiveMuse and PoetrySoup. Her works normally focus on minority groups like women and children.
Wonderful piece.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery here.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! What a take?! Beautiful contrast between red and pink.
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