Mutterings- A Silent Woman Poem by Adeosun Olamide

She is marked
Bore with scars
Her thumbs cut off
An eye blinded

She weeps all night
A severe fever
I linger
We linger
Awaiting her passing

She should return
Rejected by her clique
Her cords is cut
My punishment
My blessing

She is taken
In shelter of silence
To be buried
Her heart is mine-
To swallow

She is the fifth
The harbinger of bleak
The cuticles my mien
The torments must shield
A shed a barren

Forlorn
The slumber my psyche
Begotten to bane
Hem in– suffocate
By unknown sorcery

The oracles plea
To show no grieve
And curse should wane
But I can’t
Not to mourn a child

I shall grieve
I shall disobey
I shall mourn
To hold back
I shall

As she is defiled
Scared from-
Shown torments
That waits
Her return

But she comes
Undaunted
Stronger
Weeping
To fill the ventricle

Struggling
To stay

But whence
She goes
As those before