Fatihah Quadri Eniola writes from Nigeria. She is a member of HCAF (Hilltop creative arts foundation), Black Girls’Tales, and Nibstears Poetry Cave.
Drip by drip,
the world trickle into a body of water. The drops
echo in the tranquil air, ventilating the
amused hearts of the audience in the auditorium.
On the dance floor,
two shadows spin their toes into pirouette,
one hand on the other’s hair. Their hearts, woven into cadence
by the spatulate hand of bandoneon, meet each other.
Their eyes water of the ellipsis
in the story of this dance, tango —where two hearts meet in a
cotillion to loose the joy caged in their bones,
and forward cross & backward cross & twirl their bodies till the silhouette
of their dolor is seen wandering on a Sahara.
& they heal.
Do not stay behind, burning
There is a thing awaiting your little
eyes upon the pretty cliffs.
Life too will rise on her feet
to breathe, & buy you some warmth.
The road here leads there
& there leads here —the spinning
says the room of life is small.
365 days a year, the flowers have blossomed
and died. & you daughter, burning, like
the storm of a wrathful fire.
Do you not see the wag on the tongue of time?
Do you not see the bleedings and the healings?
Do you not see your courage behind your back, running…
still running into an apocalypse of ashes?
Fatihah Quadri Eniola writes from Nigeria. She is a member of HCAF (Hilltop creative arts foundation), Black Girls’Tales, and Nibstears Poetry Cave. She has contributed a number of intricately constructed poems to literary journals including Art Lounge, The Kalahari Review, Beatnik Cowboy, Notion press, World Voices magazine, De Curated, Synchronized Chaos, and elsewhere. She lives with a very cute cat, Honiy.
Refer and Win!
Know someone who dreams to be an author but can’t write? Help them make that possible and be rewarded by us. Tell them about our ghostwriting service today and get some bonus.