Eleko Beach Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

A pageant of pure multi-colour
The wind slowing to breeze
Flowers grew everywhere
Even on patchy dead woods
Geraniums like sunshades and
Arum shooting like trumpets
A swallow glen, half a mile wide
Then down a bend which ran a
Blue-grey in lines like the spleen
Till at the edge of the highland
Into the dim forest is snowy sand;
Cascade as far as the eyes could feed
Plain; a place so satisfying to the eyes
For its sheer warmth, wonders and
Glorious masses of blossoming flora
With waters beating in epileptic fury
Sucking all worries and deadness on air:
The scene is sweet; like opium, lifting