THREE POEMS

By Ahmad I. Aishah

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BEHIND MY SLEEP

So, similarly, we woke up around the same 

heap of critics. Our blades clutched, tightly. 

Us, speaking in tongues to defy unusual 

rapport. We walked on, conjuring the dread 

scenes we imbibed earlier—In the midst of 

everything massacre. We set foot around a

dusky wall. This one I speak of is of a taller

height and of heavy eyebrows. It speaks like 

we do except with a shallow detailing of a 

heart and a soul. In other words, it has neither 

of the two to feel. It stood; dauntless as death. 

Just like an embargo would act against a ship's

foot, we froze as defenseless as a naked soldier 

would. Then, the alarm rang—it's six. 

                                                                     

ROPES AND CUDDLES

What tastes like a dilemma? 

Another nostril clogged with lust & thorns by its skirt. 

How dreadful is the livid dusk's hunger? 

Of my face, with a tattered sprout of wild laughing notelines. 

What reads like eye glasses do? 

A soggy rock sitting strong by a lazy night from an outlook. 

What old is old enough for a rose? 

It walks in its scentless flakes with its smoking pair of shoes. 

How does a faithless heart dance? 

Fifteen times more flexible than an arrow-wounded palm tree. 

How fast is a time travel's watch? 

How its sail melts on crossroads to fuel up space divers

                                                                      

SEMBLANCES OF DEATH

Don't be afraid of dying. If with metaphor,

 death intends loss & pain. In the heart, or 

of the wine you drink from a hot vessel. 

A relic phase and a sacred label of love to

resemble righteousness. Then I became the 

voice with which it speaks. Or the action

which it does. So death as a sea-thick red

foam in my eyes like a fog. Don't be afraid;

for you tasted it already. That you've seen it 

swept sulphur down your blood tubes.

That you've felt it as it amounts to dreads. 

As you're not acquainted with it anymore. 

                                                                                  

Ahmad I. Aishah is a Nigerian writer and a second year student of Linguistics at the University of Ilorin, Ilorin, Nigeria. She was the second runner up of the University of Ilorin SU writers' competition (Poetry Category).

Twitter @ AhmadAishahh. 

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