Chidimma Ejike
Chidimma@cnenigeria.com
The bird has finally
unclipped those weak wings
Slowly at first,
then steadily like a
persistent rising sun
it sheds its beauty on the earth.
Waddling, swooping, then flying
it roams around, within
teasing but not tearing
gentle but not forgiving
it demands its own
it collects its own.
Has it been long since you gazed
at the moon?
Have you been falling asleep
by the posts?
The stars have always been diamonds
The cat always had its fur.
Yes! aha!! I see it now.
I couldn't have guessed.
The treasure was seeking a victor,
The claim to freedom
do I sleep, do I beckon, do I beg?
do I get up and spread those wings?
But the gold needs to be shone,
the ruby protected.
Which mortal is left without
its spirit?
Which goose without her
special gander?