Poem by Ajise Vincent


 

Truce

The cadences of our love are apogees of ploys
Drowning in the gourd of lust
They are bonfires within the mesh of conundrums, cracked

The cadences of our love are whispers of myths
That ride on shadows of silence
Their nodes are sprouts on the root of winds

The cadences of our love are calabashes
Pilfered by spears of droughts,
They thirst for the blood of goddesses
Enshrouded in the shrine of virulence

They cadences of our love are realities of aborted fantasies
Cuddled by dews at dawn.
They are litanies that hear the rust of crows.

 

"Lost" © Stacy Esch

“Lost” © Stacy Esch

 

Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian Poet. His poems “Song of a Progeny” was a shortlisted poem at the Korea-Nigeria Poetry feast, 2015. His works have been published in London-grip magazine, Eureka Kalahari Review, Sakonfa literary Magazine, AfricanWriter, Indian periodical, Jalada Africa, Harbinger Asylum and various literary outlets.

Stacy Esch lives and works in West Chester, Pennsylvania, teaching English at West Chester University. Digital art and photography are the twin passions that compete alongside her interest in writing, reading, songwriting, and gardening. She has previously published works in Ibbetson Street, Turkshead Review and wordriver literary review. She has produced cover art for chapbooks by Kenneth Pobo (Save My Place and Placemats) and her artwork is featured at Spruce Alley Press, where she published a colorful 2014 Calendar as well as distinctive illustrations for the chapbook, When The Light Turns Green.

 

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