Fatihah Quadri Eniola writes from Nigeria. She is a member of HCAF (Hilltop creative arts foundation), Black Girls’Tales, and Nibstears Poetry Cave.

Tango

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?

Contributor’s Bio

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.

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