OVWIAN

A. Unukogbon

To the East was the thick forest,

Where animals played and had their rest,

Where the sun begged to have a dance,

Where hunters stopped to take a glance;

 

Downwards was northwards,

And there was the river,

Where the goddess dwelt,

So lovely,

Such beauty it’s said has never befalling human eyes,

Her kiss is soft and comes with the wind,

Her scent is mild and hunts your dreams;

 

Further south is the evil forest,

Where angels dread to dwell,

Adventured into only by the chosen one,

The village Debia;

 

To the west was the concrete road,

Where children run earnestly to reach the end that makes a bend;

 

When the moon is full,

We make a camp fire to touch the sky,

The goddess comes out,

And you can see her dancing in the moon,

With such grace and flare,

And we dance with her;

 

This is Ovwian,

Daughter of a mother,

Home of the goddess.

 

  • Author: Shevire A. U (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2022 17:02
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 8
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  • L. B. Mek

    one day, the western world
    will 'discover'
    all the fantastic stories waiting to be told
    from, the 'developing world'
    and then, we'll have some decent words to read
    for a change..
    (I really enjoyed your grandiose, style of scale
    it added that necessary quality
    so often lost, in translation
    when depicting, such deep cultures and roots..
    thanks for sharing, a great read

    • A. Unukogbon

      I am humbled and happy that you like it. Yes I agree with you, they are always fascinating stories to look out for wherever there's culture mix. Thank you for reading.



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