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Sentinel
Poetry (Online) #36 – November 2005 Online Magazine Monthly…since
December 2002. ISSN 1479-425X
Unoma Azuah
Aevum
I am facing walls
backing walls
feeling walls
in this spiritual slab
In the recesses of my seclusion
You're still my companion
like a pet parrot perching around my shoulder.
I bear you like a like a birth mark
In the alcove of my caves
My nerves threaten to burst
and focusing in this holy altar is a squeeze
the stones, the light, the white
sleeping air, frozen trees
yet, the bulging, the pounding,
the heaving of this single heart
My legs refuse to lift to this retreat
For you are one with God
The layers of separation blur where I meet the trinity—the son
the Father, and
the spirit
Your face is etched on every stretch of silence
In every incantation your voice floats
the chants, the hymns
the stringing of beads
the whispers of prayers
You become the fever that subdue me in my quest for power
and the herb that heals me in my drift into weakness
My altar of worship—medium Aevum...
Unoma Azuah won The Sentinel Poetry Bar
Challenge (September 2005) on the theme ‘Favourite obscure word’.
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