Ngozi Obasi Awa

 

The rods are away at the High Seas

 

"Remember, O dancers,

the thunder among the clouds..." [Christopher Okigbo]

 

i.

 

Remember, O dancer,

there's thunder in the clouds...

 

And you, O choreographer,

Remember, only spirits dance

the dance of death!

 

O dancer, anger is a dance of death!

 

In vigil it stands to wear the bones:

In flames, as faggots, the flesh

wears the plumes of maggots and sand.

 

Remember, O dancer, before your feet taps

into "pills or no life!"

 

 

ii.

 

I am my mum [if not worse].

The rods are away at the High Seas.

 

O, the sweet fragrance of restraint!

 

There are songs

in the crevices of every happy child;

a bitter life

for the child suckled on anger.

 

"The son of a frog is a frog".

What of the son of a mad woman?

 

O, the destruction that trails a volcanic vein!

 

Anger is like the odour that escapes

from a decomposing corpse;

The black alluvium that sticks

to the bed of a sick heart.

 

I never can raise the rod!

Children must have their moments.

 

I am my mum, you see,

I immerse myself in tassels of petals;

the smell of roses

against the stench of abuses.

 

I live to pop no pills.

 

 

Ngozi Obasi Awa won the Sentinel Poetry Bar writing challenge on the theme of  Anger with this poem. To join the Sentinel Poetry Bar for a chance to take part in these free-to-enter monthly challenges write to

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