FALLING
By Amina Akinola
Night coughs me out,
to steaming bowls of pilaf.
the kitchen tiles speak a language
of worn lights, shadows of
broken cutleries and grey flour.
ripped carpet holds feathers
of vanished birds, clapping
in the torsos of God.
mother’s soul is the wind
that leaves the door creaking.
laying me in dark with moist
blanket. to read silhouette
like names & chew the interior
of a house that remains a memory.
Night coughs me out,
to steaming bowls of pilaf.
the kitchen tiles speak a language
of worn lights, shadows of
broken cutleries and grey flour.
ripped carpet holds feathers
of vanished birds, clapping
in the torsos of God.
mother’s soul is the wind
that leaves the door creaking.
laying me in dark with moist
blanket. to read silhouette
like names & chew the interior
of a house that remains a memory.
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BIO:
Amina Akinola Frontier VIII is an emerging Nigerian poet and a lover of art.She's a student of Lagos State college of health technology and her poems are up or forthcoming on brittle papers, sledgehammermagazine, Icefloe press, ngiga reviews, Woven Poetry, shamsrumi, fiery scribble reviews, naija readers buffet, spillword, Kalaharireviews, ninshar art and others. Her poem was shortlisted for the Arise Africa writers contest 2020 anthology. Her favorite poets are Ocean Vuong, Kaveh Akbar, Romeo Oriogun and Rasaq Malik Gbolahan. She also found interest in Nome Patrick, Samuel Samba, Flourish Joshua and Jimoh Rahma. If she's not reading or writing she would definitely be eating. |
