Back into a mother's grip

Holding their palm fronds

Round and round the church court

Hosanna o hosanna they shouted

Higher and higher even with their fronds

A mother who held strongly, a hand

Her baby boy her lad precious to her heart

Yielding to his resistance

A moment

Him, she left

Without malice her beatings

His sensibilities to awake

Back into her strong grip, his hand

Back home with her only lad

Who never understood why

Throughout their journey

15. 08. 2013

Drink from my waters crow

Drink from my waters crow

Enough of your shadows

Which break my turgid surfaces with a kiss

You fly alone

And no where you go

But to and fro. 

14. 07. 2012

Rattling beads

Rattling beads

Marching feet

The river far off

Rattling beads

Reflect not their sounds

From the pretty bare feet

Receding from the well

Slowly like the setting sun

We parted company

Slowly those warmth turn ice

A colourful woven tapestry

A lonely thread will turn

Thirsty to be woven back

If even slowly.

14. 07. 2012

The moon at the bus stop

Your moon is up

And you are not there

Dark clouds cover its face

Hiding its fragrant smile on the horizon

Long gone was my sun

Leaving not behind

Its colourful sunset to trace

In the cold

At the stop

All alone I stand

Waiting a light from a bus

To flicker my eyes in the dark

2. 07. 2012

Short is my sleep

Short is my sleep

And long the thoughts of you when awake

No pain no ache

But fond thirst which need to be quenched

Long is the night’s yearn

To lay and sleep

Shortly to awake

The pinching thoughts at my side

No pain no ache

Into a deep day dream

Me to be transported

Sad when the morning rhymes descend

They cut my woven thoughts

Another day

Another toil in the sun

Before another yearn to sleep

Shortly, then another wake

14.07. 2012

The last days were short

The last days were short

Long the pain to endure

Certainly, full of surety

Brief like the light before dusk

Bright and pleasant, its warmth

Which will bring in the dark

The long silent dark

Long long awaited

16. 12. 2011

Jumping on the dusty sand

Dizzy the feeling of little lizy

After several hours of jolly jumping

With friends on the burning sun

Jumping and jumping they jumped on

Into the sand went they

A jump splashed on their blouse

The warm earth in glee

A free gift received

Their blow to dodge and respond

Little fingers move their waste

To clasp like the thunder in pairs

Little lizy feeling giddy

Down she sits to settle with dust

In her flapping eyes went the dust

Coughing, itching and sneezing

Across the sea gulls will fly

And Mama’s voice will echo in her mind

Hami etsuru maha bo eyɛn

Bele bele baaho nsɛ

Their noise below the passing shadows

Their gaze on their nails

Did their passing, away take my colour?

The white mark on my nail, behind leave?

Else tomorrow another jumping

Jumping and jumping on the dusty sand

5. 01. 2011