I’ll race you to Oyiboland
where we’ll feast on
bananas and buzzards...
is what I might have said to my boy
cousin whose hands were chained
to a pole in the middle of our Umugbede
compound...
chained up all day and all night,
he cussed all night and all day.
Mad, he was.
Catherine Mark
8 comments:
Shalom Catherine, hope your Easter was joyful and blessed.
I'm here catching up on your poems. You write from a place, and from so many places, that most poets have never known.
Very deft.
Catherine, I've just come from Cynthia's blog, and from reading your interview with her, which I enjoyed a great deal. I wanted to stop in and take a look at your writing, and I am very impressed by your style. I do like the bluntness of this piece... it's very fitting.
Nevine
I'm back and i enjoyed reading this poem Catherine - always refreshing...yes, we'll feast on bananas and buzzards...and i go mad.
@Dina - Thank you for your generous comments. Lovely to have you stop by.
@Gerry - I always tingle when I get a 'thumbs-up' comment from you. Thank you.
@Nevine - Welcome to my blogspace. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment both here and on Cynthia's site. I appreciate your positive thoughts. Looking forward to staying connected with you.
@Printemps - Lovely to have you back, my friend. Welcome :)
Hi Catherine,
It is always a pleasure to stop by and read your poems. You have a unique style that I admire. I can also sense the tremendous progress you are making in your art.
I will be honoured if I can post one of your poems on my blog for the national poetry month (30 poems/30 days).
You can choose the poem you prefer.
Thank you
Khaled
Hi Catherine, you have been busy.
So beautiful what you write, filled with yourself, filled with a passion.
Makes me feel good to read your words.
ken
Hi sis,
Mad he was. Yet oh so sad!
Have a great week.
Lil
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