A Song To My Female Guest Poem by Darlington Chukwunyere

Your coming was good
But the timing, wrong
You shouldn't had come so soon
For I was yet to be through with my song
My pen and my brain were young
And my pruning cutlass blunt
And also unripe to serve as your food.

This I had told the Eve
who was here with me to live
On a Sunday eve.

But then, had she said to me
Stop this crazy joke of yours
and get more serious at once.
But a misinterpretation, she had given
To my status which was lust forbidden
As I had said to her, "abstained I'll rather be
Until my name resound across rivers and seas.

"Rivers and seas? " She had questioned.
"Yes! In fame and in fashion"
I had replied with passion,
"And virtue for the task which lay at my fore, awaiting execution".

"A dream. A day dream"
She had mocked me
Only a dream and a day dream
"Yes! " Replied I.
"Those who dream with closed eyes
may achieve great heights,
but those who dream like me
with their eyes open and wide
get to the acme of all heights."
This I had chimed into her mind

Hmm, how dogged I had seemed to her,
That she had to let go
And from thence hitherto, I please my heart.
How I wish my kind
Could let go of her kind awhile
That we may grow
And ready for her treasure
that shall be forbidden no longer, for pleasure.

Yes! Then up we shall pair,
And beget another pair
Who shall see to posterity's fare,
And the pen of history's air
Shall write how our time fared
In an archive which is fine and fair