Thursday, 13 January 2022

One Poem by Afiah Obenewaa



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.


    

 

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