A story lies in the furrows of this poem, we wish it was one that left a smile rather than a sigh but we are thrilled to share “Agatha” a poem by Uchendu Njionye, the poet whose muse grazes on the finest metaphors.

– Editorial Team

Agatha

Agatha was an ocean

In whose salty solitude fishes won’t survive

neither did her tranquil shores desire company

Her soothing breeze was a

Sorrowful emission of stretched sigh

and an outburst of jeopardy

But oceans are beautiful even in storms

She continued to glow in a coal mine

Bragging of mornings and love songs

Of parties and candle sauce

Of candles and glittering sights

To her inward detriment and anguish

Were unparaded occupants

For she was an apparatus

Romanced by a wimp,

Wiping her into a design

Of shameful matrimony

where each day begins with laying of curses

On her amalgamation day

Yet sips her steaming cup of silence

to avert societal pokes but her stinking corpse spoke

And death did them apart.

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Contributor’s Bio

Uchendu Njionye is an Art and Media Enthusiast, winner of the
Pengician Chapbook Prize 2020. He currently lives and writes from an empty room in the outskirt of Aba, Abia.

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