She Wears My Skull – A Collection Of Poems By Fortune Omosola
She Wears My Skull The door was slightly ajar, carved between the coscia. Inside was moist, yet slippery, but unseen was most of it. The one-eyed twin, swinging on the tender rope of adrenaline, was far from limp as it burrowed in, searching inwards with…
Every Day You Play – A poem by Pablo Neruda
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, And even your breasts smell of it. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies. I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, My…
We Are Masochists – A Poem By Fortune Omosola
We are Masochists We are the worst of the lying kind, The ones who thought they saw tomorrow. How can we heal while staying in a furnace? We are slowly drifting in a hollow. We are the niggardly ones who spend emotional currencies on mountain tops,…
Plastic Diamond – A Poem By Fortune Omosola
Plastic Diamond Behold the ancient diamond, not of crystal hue, But yam, pounded with fervor, in a mortar’s sacred bosom, A comestible with powers vast, unmeasured, divine, Transformed by human might. Stung by sweat and force, it yields to skilled…
These Streets – A Poem By F.Omosola
In these streets, far-flung is the mesh of human decline, connected by the hue of scorn – struggle. Somewhere, a child stands amused, tray of rotten plantain perched on his head, golden flies clapping in applause. A vulcanizer etches a path on a…
Elegy of the Charred Gazelle – A Poem By Fortune Omosola
*sic* Don’t sow the seeds of a tree on the war path, Where missiles dance above the shrubs, A charred gazelle, what purpose shall it serve? A poignant reminder of lessons unlearned, As men propel their rockets of ego, Lying within the same breath,…
The Infamous Explosion – A Poem By Fortune Omosola
A bold wreck has crept into the lanterns in Adèyi; Ibadan is incandescent with blood. Fangs from the ordnance canary have poisoned the land, Old and new homes pulverized. The governor is talking with a withered tooth; He asks, “Who shall we…
Distant Mirages – A Poem By Fortune Omosola
When I gaze into the night sky, the moon weaves a tale of years traversing their wilderness, of men long forgotten yet brave, of lyrics from historic songs triumphed in deviant battles. The gods, concealed within the stars, their carved light an…
The ills Of Wagering In a Dying Société – Rólawe
Knave Fortune Omosola Kowope, Ijoba is dying—restless, Young hands, freckled with poverty, stumbling. The iron gates are succumbing to dross, End-time sermons can’t heal this loss. Who would tell of it when the mouth refuses to close? When shadows…
Cornucopia – A poem by Fortune Omosola
Cornucopia I have seen these hills bend and bounce, whispering to the trees in earthly languages; the sun kissing the temple of the Olota hills, spirits foraging for ancient footprints. I have been air, romancing the air, paying homage. When time takes a…