Eyes In The Glen
by Shola Balogun
The earthen lamp,the wandering eyes,
The dimly lit floor,the rising shadow,
The sudden silence of lone whispers
In the undivided hour,
The woven hearse on wheeled rostrums
As wilted knot of hands thaw
To loose your drapes-
Then the coral dialectics of shapely ambits!impulsive
Elesin Oba
Would spare a long-loved clout for the pall
To untying beads of carousal,
Falstaff
In his lagging steps could not have been more
Unperturbed to part with brew
And the succulent fullness of dingles-
I stand tiptoed on reclining rail
And unflustered by the rants of lightsome gulls.
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