[Let there be Light]
Not every poem has to be about ashes,
or about the twisted, sickled shape
a heart takes in grief,
or about how quiet the body can grow
when a bullet caresses it.
Let there be
light.
So I form you, the image of a
burning matchstick, a god in my mind.
An attempt to illuminate
even the darkest veins and crevices,
till this body becomes a lantern watering,
my blood
sun-bright.
Right now I am walking in Eden’s valley.
Palms on my left, evergreens right.
Right now, as far as the eye, there is
no shred of sadness left in the
world to rot.
The birds sing no song of loss, only
delight. The poet pens no syllable of
ache, or longing
or something hidden biting deep within
the chest.
Instead he writes about the motion of a butterfly,
the victory it takes for a
cocoon, that thing
empty of grace, to fight, to become
something as beautiful as the sun,
or stream water
washing the long hairs of a man. You
wish it were so, that this brief fantasy
could leak from
your mind and drown the entire earth,
every thing, petrified like that. You wish
it were so, but even
the poem is a boy walking through an
Eden orphaned of Eve, and Eve, orphaned
of Adam. This evening—
bleeding,
dying into
night.
[Author Bio:] Marvellous Mmesomachi Igwe is an aspiring poet from Port Harcourt, Nigeria. He has been published in The Dawn Review, Poetry Sango Ota, Poetry ColumnNND amongst others. You can find him daydreaming, listening to his favorite singer Lana del Rey, or writing about limerence, melancholia and the mundanities of existing. He tweets @mesomacciu.
I envisioned the word ‘Eden’ in the plate of my heart is positivity. There’s a possibility of spiritualism and also an optimistic mind
Marvellous is such a beautiful poet! The lyricism is excellent 👏🏾