“Take me to a Den of Colors”
The burden of vision groans
In the confused hue lines of eyes-are-crying.
Take me to a den of colors
To see not the spiky stems
Of memories and sorrows.
Show me fields dressed with lavender and Azania
In colors graceful and royal as purple.
Find me wild plants laden with freesias and daisy,
Anter of marigolds dancing by the way,
Velvet touch of sand in the sun,
Caressing the sole of my feet
As fine air wraps iris with pro-tea
And I swim in and out of pig face.
Let a host of sun flowers gallop
In blue skies pregnant with big fat clouds;
Like a Christmas party,
Tease my brilliant imaginations
Through colorful afternoons
Bring hopes of eternity
In the den of colors
And live with them.
Tydale Abigail is a Nigerian historian and poet.
She writes popularly on politics and leadership, African history and girl child empowerment, with a focus towards reconstructing a history of Africa in use of poetry.
Tydale loves to draw and paint also. She lives in Calabar, Nigeria.
She can be reached via:
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