Pot Of Charm Poem by Kojo Owusu

For Charlote Nana Kunadu

Whisper in my ears - my dear
Your budding incipient love
Which is beyound my comprhension
Deeper than the depth of my soul
And I will stop shedding tears.

Sing your soul soothing
Song, which gives ecstasy
And satisfaction to my heart
For the beast died long ago
Under the earth is he below
His only chance is the night
Now, it serves him right.

Lock not your golden gate
When everything is calm and serene
In the stillness of the shadowy night
I will come in to wane suspense
And give you glory for your fathers’ absence.

Your brothers' anger and threat
I will not fear, but would hold my heart
In a pot of charm on the threshold
Of the altar of love
Chaste and free from harm.
You must take good care of it - shield it
Any mishap my soul would be bare.

Then she said.


Your pot of charm I will receive
True, it is not a gift wreathed
With deceptive spells
But the only thing I insist
Is for you to resist
From the game played by heartbreakers
Or you would be destroyed by my furous anger
Refrain from things obscene.
For my father is a man of medicine