The Green PartyBy Emmanuel Uweru Okoh
Hands holding jaws
We sat, waiting for master's script.
Now, the party is losing colour
A shade of green, strange shade that is.
Green gone like an old groin pain.
When the door swung open,
Master's script said it all;
Lines of hope. Hyphens of greatness
Each punctuation seemed like our
Forlorn Sun, anew. This script has
Come to water our despair.
But master's words as bright,
Hung with the skies. We waited
And waited. Our hands back to jaws.
Emmanuel Uweru Okoh, a poet and writer was born in Nigeria. His works have been published in NEXT, Saraba magazine and Sentinel Nigeria. A few others are ITCH Magazine of South Africa and Mad Hatters’ Review of Iceland.
Tuesday, 30 April 2013 11:58
It leaves me waiting for more. Great job Uweru, well doneReport