spring2015

Martins IyoboyiThe Road to LybamGroans siren among the fledglingLeaves, footfalls caress rain-kissedEarth that tempts the air with aroma.The nearby brooks connect nightDream saplings with verdant bladesMoaning as footfalls hit the bend.Evening and fear stray throughMysterious woods of the heart, theSinew paddles break harmonies, thuds,When fretful voices bellow around.Night and deepness sleep inAmorous malady, the restlessEyes fear tomorrow’s burden.The night’s ominous bird breaksNight’s peace with stentorian omen,Sings a dying dirge where grief ’sLuxuries await the crypt of dawn.102