EREMITE POETRY

POETS ARE FAILED MUSICIANS

Prosper Ifeanyi
"Music is the Sister of Poetry
and her Mother is sorrow."
        —Sergei Rachmaninoff
Give me a harp    & a lyre and watch    me plough
the bows into a hymnal.   My lips ache like  battered
cymbals  clapped into    waiting for the watchword & watchman
at heaven's gate.  But this art, like a cavity, plunges me deep
into the sinus of a sea, therein, I chew the groundnut sands
and inhale the scent of the horizon, wanting to stretch my reard
to a fastening velcro but all I croon about is grief. Every Gen-Alpha
centric poet     lulls about grief,       & I know them well,     like the
fingers of my toe. One sings about   his mother who meets death
at a tryst once every week.   Another, serenades how darkness   kissed
the oil in his paraffin lamp. A line has been   leaving rent free in the
corners of   my heart & each time I try to tame it  I need a trombone;
so I just put it down—anyways, & I instead sing a song akin to how
goosebumps count time in an hourglass through body languages.

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BIO: 
Prosper Ifeanyi is a student of English and Literary Studies in Delta State University, Abraka. He is the Editor-in-chief of OneBlackBoyLikeThat Review and a reader for Khoreo Magazine. His works have appeared or are forthcoming in Identity Theory, Terror House Magazine, Kalahari Review, Afrocritik, Salamander Ink Magazine, Libretto Anthology, Lumiere Review, Broken Poetry, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and elsewhere. Reach him on Twitter and Instagram @prosperifeanyii
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