What is it about grief that keep morphing into synonyms for every beautiful? -Sodiq Oyekanmi.
Tonight, the abnormal weave of the wind,
Smites my mind into a down-curving hook,
Where the reminiscence of my mother is caught.
What does it glint when a woman,
perforates the round cardinal of her eyes into a debacle,
For tears that stood stagnant?
My mother taught me the physics of imprisoning joy in bones,
Like jailing a smile deep in the Kirikiri of the mouth.
Tell me! How can joy be bailed in a home?
Where the belly of a man empties cartons of alcohol everyday,
To beef up his hands, capitalizing bruises on the skin of his woman?
I wonder how cold it is for that black girl too,
Unpainting smiles off the Jericho of a red face,
Reappearing and disappearing in the heavy smoke of the night,
Making a home on the subway!
And once I change the pose of my eyes,
For the skyway; for the moon,
To see something full and beautiful,
I find the moon half in scabs of grief.
Then I know, that the relationship between grief-
Licking away joy from beautiful things;
Is a galvanized iron… Rustless!
Fatihah Quadri Eniola is a Nigerian poet, creative writer, and a literary critic who hold a strong feeling of adoration for art. She lives with her happy parent in Ibadan, Oyo state in Nigeria.
Fatihah is a member of HCAF (Hilltop creative arts foundation), Nibstears poetry cave, B.G.T( Black girl’s tales) and a pressman. Her works have appeared or forthcoming in Beatnik Cowboy, World Voices magazine, Notion press, De Curated and Syncronized Chaos.
Fatihah loves cinematography, you can find her on IG “Fatihah Quadri”