A Woman By The Beach Road Poem by Tony Adah

I was passing by a road
Leading from the beachside
A woman was standing by
With a derelict basket on her head
Over it a horde of bees buzzed
Flies hovered and she making some
Turns to ward them off
And the more she tried
The harder they came.

The bees, butterflies and the ants
A sure sign of something gone awry
When I moved closer
Some pungence stuck my feet
Still to the spot I was standing
Watching this time the obscene gestures
Of my nobel cynosure

I turned only to fine a half clad man
With a long spear and some woven
Stuff like nets
And when I ask him what the woman
Was carrying, he answered 'some muchrooms'
From where? I ask again
And he said, from the river