Chekeleke in the sunset sky (Of Egrets and flapping fingers)


6 on the dot. another cloudy evening

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 -

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.


  • Author: Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2021 13:10
  • 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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  • Goldfinch60

    Such myths can be wonderfully inspiring.


  • H.R.Powell

    Beautifully written, and a lovely story. Hope to see more like it!

    - H.R.

    • Ifeanyichukwu

      Thank you Powell. Certainly more coming your way!

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