SPEAKING FROM VIOLETS by Simpa Omoluabi
Speaking from violets growing in your brain
Imperial tigress crouching at your feet
Mulberries turning chair for you to sit
Pricking your thumb on some songbird’s refrain
Allowing yourself be sweetly caressed
Obdurately by a reason undressed
Mainly to have its way to feed your fight
Organized to annihilate a kite
Losing its blood o’er a bloated carcass.
Uncanny minstrels ply the great bypass
After the circular road of violets
Busy with dehorned deer dressed in fishnets
Inclined to run wild at an arrow-shot
And less inclined to run at a gunshot.
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