Poetic Licence Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

This licence stems not from parrot language
But firmaglares have alighted the dark paths...

I tread with light.

I have befriended crevices of rocks - the pudenda
Of raped earth - keeping nights with slouching chameleons
And resting beside still waters.

The firmaglares rake the fanfare upon the face of the sun
And drum on the sombre, excoriated walls of grey clouds.

I rest on leafy abodes.
I have neither been smitten by the sun by day
Nor by the moon at night.

O' Gentle firmaglares!
My generation shall laud your work on me,
And on your wondrous works
Shall I meditate.

Yawning with the speed of typhoon,
This licence gathers momentum.