by Nze Omenigbo Izo
The river-sides have gathered basins of sun.
Descend now, unnoticed, in your ethereal flush
My bright-faced maiden, revisit once again—
And possess the idle wind with your buoyant vigor.
Bring with you, all the gleam of your wonder realm
Come—blind our eyes with your shimmering beauty,
My vibrant one, rip your way through our red earth
And leave behind your unique dance trails for all to see.
With your frail, measured landings—never out-done,
Impact our fertile ground with unaging beatitude.
Possess the trees Ogolo—the eyes and ears that seek you
Out from the dark. Loosen our stiffened, mortality
With your enchanting aura, my gleaming one. salvage
Please descend, for the river sides have gathered—
Sufficient sun; enough to fill up your rain-pouch,
My queen. Descend and I, seated by the ant-hill,
Untiring, Shall be waiting for you, Ogolo.
The Maiden’s Dance
Faster than thunder through plantain-leaves
Follow those legs, famous for their tedious,
Penetrance of varied human soils.
Swiftly, stately—with few ascensions,
Ogolo, you rejuvenate the staid-struck
Pulsation of an eager-earth—circling,
Through and through, endless…
With eyes that are life transient,
You induce in all soul: your distant home’s allure
Dream-rich and serene,
Like deep-flowing agrarian pastures…
I stare on as those sprite fingers,
Finely weave into the dread-troubled wind,
Unfettered tranquil—unbroken at all times,
Like the eternal reach of pure bliss.
Indeed Ogolo, the rain-chap does hold to himself,
Far greater feats—that to mere mortal life,
Will remain eternal yearnings.