Spectrum Poem by Haruna Garba

On the blue robe of heaven, so open
A crown emits sequins
From the hanging sea, so clear
Mother light extends her fingers
For frankness to find his way
The cobwebs meant for the dark
Stand clear looking fragile in the morn
But the flowers so florid, rarefy spliced light
To segregate their favorites
Blue of speedwell
Yellow of the sunflower
Miscellaneous of the rose
Our artists on cornucopias, tell delight
And birds preen their flamboyant plumage

And God adorns with prism
The eye of the cat

And across the sandy fields
Some spook-like shadows crawl
Above them, gloomy-faced hills racing
And making their ways for the easterly end
Of the down-faced blueboard
But there so quickly they melt away
Making room for the ever inching sun


Technicolor, the eye of the cat
Bold in the skull

And forgetting that it is a stuff
Hatched of a deep geyser
Through its unlit crevice
You see water sparkling
And you say here is a liquid glass

And you wonder about fine prints
Ignoring that they were once fetuses
In the unlit shelter of the womb
That in had'een lodged latent egg

Iridescent, the eye of the cat
Out of a bag
Who knows how in, it has sneaked

Poor Acadian,
Well have you paid for the fare
So you can't cower and peep at neon signs
Peeping through transparent wall
For soon, so soon
The journey will come to an end
When the cockpit will yawn
And the door slide for you to alight
For you to find relief in some tree shade
Dynamic itself, slow phasing though
But ultimately, by it will go

Dark and dark dwells
Inside a conjurer's cabinet
Inside loaded parcel that in has come
And inside the mouth around the tongue


Dark then light
This continuous alternation tells clash
For dark succeeds light
Even behind the travelling fire ball
Of the arcane core of every conman's

These ostensible whispers and snarls
But the day drowns all yells
And night amplifies all whispers
Yet we recline against our wolfish selves
Delighting in our schemes

Blank, blank the eye of the cat
Lurking behind the threshold of mice

Technicolor, the eye of the cat
Out of the cabinet
When must it have sneaked in?

Technicolor, the eye of the cat
Coming in from the dark

Faint, faint the face of the cat
Eyes, blacked out by the guard

Iridescent, the eyes of the cat
What decomposes the spliced rays
Night though, could see far away
Catching other percipient ones

Iridescent, the eye of the cat
Paws poised decently on the ground

Iridescent, the eye of the cat
Search-lamped by the sun