POETIC JUSTICE

THE VISITOR
When the fears of the day

Translates into nightmares at night

And loneliness looks for a cunning way

To exhibit all its skill and might

The only reason to stay awake

Is to await a knock at the door

Hard as it may sound but comforting

The door flies open and all courtesies observed

The warmth of the shared night now

Transforms into beams during the day

And the only reason to awake

Is to catch the first bus heading home

Like a serpent in the Garden of Eden

Complications creep in and vows run out

As though it never really began

The door slams and lights go out

Now the only reason to remain asleep

Is never to awake at the sound of any knock

Etse Dogbey

Man by the Mud

Anxiety, where lies my thought?

Destitution, my feelings keep drawing nearer

Fear, my eyes refuse to shut as I lay

I can’t feel the shine of the day

Nor the breeze that whines at night

Nay! Please stay for the play

Remain the hero on my stage

Clay me with a touch of your sage

As a porter does to his hearth

My thoughts to your sermon I offer

My decisions to your wisdom I’ll beseech forever

My future as your novel you should endeavor

Until my prey I offer to your bubbly as a bouquet

Phoebe Ofori - Ampofo