6 on the dot. another cloudy evening
thunder:
grandeur groans and grunts,
welcome the rain.
they fly by
in rhythm under the blue skies.
brisk and swift,
tender swings,
in their wings,
in the wind -
chekeleke!
my hands meet their sway
in compulsion;
a reflex fashioned in conformance,
reminiscent of infancy:
coated fingers in whitish tattoo -
symbolism of innocence
or of adored superstition.
I checked out my fingers,
let out a chuckle,
waved to the rainy sky,
went back to Durban Gen,
as daylight fades.
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Author:
Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Growing up as an African kid, myth holds it that Egrets bring good fortune when one is gifted with a whitish mark on the fingers. This happens when one waves at the Egrets, in a flapping of the fingers! This poem is depiction of that childhood fantasy.
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Comments2
Such myths can be wonderfully inspiring.
Andy
Indeed Andy. Thank you!
Beautifully written, and a lovely story. Hope to see more like it!
- H.R.
Thank you Powell. Certainly more coming your way!
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