Gloomy thoughts connived with sweeping broom
And sunlight clashed wi’ thunderstorm
Rumbling so loud for everyone.
The pasto’ repented his drinking rum
And wombs regroomed for babies to come.
I locked my eyes and saw it formed
Life occurrence beat her drum
Of elergy for Olurombi to mourn her son
The son the sea goddess took after he was born.
All took place in the cloudy room
Of my heart this afternoon
Realising how my fate has turned.
Ah! God, please, bind this doom
Confussion’s causing me dragon burn
Where my eyes I cast the roads are gone.
And somehow in dark in forceful permutation
I’m bleeding below I can see them come
Oozing like someone with bleedin’ gum.
For in dark my tereus kingdom
Philomelised my youthful ambition
And twist my fate and took my tongue
To nightingale I’m left with song
The song of woe on whom I’ve become.
20-02-2013 Samuel C. Enunwa
I’m 2013 samueldpoetry
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Tereus desired his wife’s sister, Philomela. He forced himself upon her, then cut her tongue out and held her captive so she could never tell anyone. He told his wife that her sister had died. Philomela wove letters in a tapestry depicting Tereus’s crime and sent it secretly to Procne. In revenge, Procne killed her and Tereus’ son Itys and served his flesh in a meal to his father Tereus. When Tereus learned what she had done, he tried to kill the sisters but all three were changed by the Olympian Gods into birds: Tereus became a hoopoe; Philomela became the nightingale whose song is a song of mourning for the loss of innocence; Procne became the swallow. SOURCE:www.en.wikipedia.com
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