In three
poems of three titles,
Sip from my
dream kettle.
It is a
story of a lady beautiful like flower,
Who sits at
the bank of a river,
The Lady at
the bank!
The Lady at
the bank!
Lady at the bank
Almost at the burial of the day,
I resolve to search for clay,
For approaching is the month of May,
The month in which my skill will
stay.
In search of clay, I walk miles,
I wasn’t in a hurry so I walk in
style,
And as the sun bids me bye,
I waved back and heaved a sigh.
Not far from the bank, is a river
bank
I saw a lady, a product of clay,
Lost in thought, she sits at the
bank
Oh Christ! Her appearance bids me
stay!
I stood in awe, oh what a
creature!
Product of creation, daughter of
nature,
Lips coloured like fresh stew,
Body fresh like the morning dew,
Oh! She is beautiful!
Her beauty works my tool
And so for her I write,
With my pen of light.
At her sight, my heart pulse races,
She steals her beauty from all
races,
She has sipped from the sea of
tribes,
Adorned with beads like a royal
bride,
Curl and long hair like the
Indians of Asia,
Balance like the monument of
Persia,
African woman in feature, curved figure eight,
Nose pointed, pointed and
straight,
Like the sky, she accommodate all
mystery,
Her beauty tells millions of stories,
The mystery of beauty,
And the secret of divinity,
Closer I draw to take a sip of
grace.
Her natural seat of earth
Awakened my art of heart
Lady at the bank let no one take
her place
As I moved closer
I wonder and ponder
Could she be thinking?
Is she sleeping?
Seconds has passed into minutes
And minutes mounted the tower of
hours
Yet she is stable and mute
Seems she awaits the evening
shower
Lady at the bank
Lady at the bank
Please speak
Your voice I seek
And then in the
silence of my thought
Came an intruder
In the mincing of
words
He tells the reason
behind her silence
The lady at the bank
Has a heart of steel
Heart of steel
Heart of steel
Don’t bother to steal
It’s a heart of steel
Don’t bother to break it
It’s been oven-ed by the heat
It’s a heart of steel
Her heart of steel
It’s been fired by the heat of betrayal
Don’t cajole her by
being loyal
She has swam through the ocean of deceit
Don’t pretend like you can lick her feet
Cos she has reached the peak of love
Give her a love sum and she will solve
She has reached the pinnacle of lust
Be careful with her you might get lost
From her wound, blood gushed like flood
Peep not you won’t see her blood
Once, her robe of silk was clean
Then she was in her teens
Her orange was then unpeeled
Her cup of milk was filled
She once walked with dignity
Was once treated like a celebrity
In fact, she was being prepared to be a bride
Until suddenly someone plucked her fruit of pride
She once wears shoes
Until she was being fooled
She once speak in words
Until she was pierced with sword
She once looked into eyes
Until she was made to cry
If you can
If you will not be banned
Touch her earthly chair
Feel her flowing tears
You will feel and see
The sorrow in her tears
You will hear
The noise in her air
The reason she is dead to feelings
Why in the school of love she is missing
Look to her and seek
Hear from her as she speaks
Her heart of love is sealed
She has a heart of steel
And so, she wakes from her slumber of
thought
And give the answer to my question
She tells the story of a trusted
friend
Who showed her the ‘End’ in ‘Friend’
Who robbed her of her pride
Who buried her dignity and pride
She says, ‘he robbed me
He robbed me’
He robbed me
With deceit he laced my drink
With lies he paint me pink
With his sweat, he watered my plant
With force he removed my pant
He robbed me
He emptied my mug of milk
Tore my robe of silk
He rapped my lips in a kiss
Robbed my heart of its peace
He robbed me
He forced his pen on my notes
In lust he tore my clothe
He naked my body in cold
Rust my heart of gold
He robbed me
He buried my dignity in a casket
Turned my bucket to a basket
He naked me, he emptied me,
He robed me, he raped me
He robbed me
At the revelation of
the secret
I remember my mission
I’m still in search of
clay
To mould a flower
vase, not a broken heart
I left the scene, the
river bank
I left her alone,
The lady at the bank.
Tola Adegbite
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