The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)Non-academic, unliterary, less than original maybe… but – created by me.
Summer stars dance like marionettes,as they glitter through the leaves.Open ears on trembling earthhear the susurrations of the trees.Close those Summered eyes to pray,and see what Autumn freeslift the mask from your eyesand see the sloth of Summer sleaze.–Kiss the pregnant Crystal Fairywatch as the petals burst,glory as the Autumn rain suckscolours from the dirt.Croak […]
There’s a monger down the market with foreboding on his cart, He’s selling trepidation, wrapped in yellow chicken hearts. If you’re looking for some extras, he’ll add a qualm or three, buy a bag of angst and horror, you’ll get a new bete noire for free. –Hanging baskets full with phobias, all a sickening bloody […]
Once upon a romance in the crackle of a recordI listened for the faces butsaw – only gaps and spaces.I rubbed my eyes in wonder,afraid to snuggle under just in case I felt the touch of Mr Death. Once upon a headache on a carousel of jestersI looked through ancient rubric butit tasted stale and […]
There comes a point when memory feels less like looking back and more like standing among ghosts who never truly left. This poem turns toward them with recognition (not grief) tracing the faint, eternal gestures between those who go and those who remain. It is about the quiet grace of waving, and still feeling the […]
Words: meaning, expression and reception; each unique and intimate. Mere units with which to communicate? Lexical devices? Verbal instruments? Creative inventions? Companions! Mates that are with me, ever ready to assist with my curiosities and relationships. Words to think, murmur, sing and holler, dimensions and features as distinct as colour, as definite as stones yet […]
NO MORE WANDERING LONELY AS A CLOUD. The valley’s kids play in the dirt, like daffodils, they grow from the earth. They’re fed on love and grounded truths. These are valley kids wrapped in earth and blues. Our grandads were slaves, same pain, same toll, Mine cuttin’ cane, theirs deep in the coal. Slavery blues […]
I am – distressed by people whose ideas are born from beyond the mess of intoxication. Their histories, lined with memory grease allow regrets to slip by, no longer grasping onto conscience; a white glare, pasted on past and future, disposes details, allowing only blurred and shadowy access. I am – repressed because people make […]
We had a great conversation, she leaning toward me paying attention. Me venturing lines I think are amusing and she smiling reassuring, relieving my anxiety and quite knowingly I suspect, bolstering my dispirited ego. My bedraggled self image, exhausted, still collapsing after experiences of so many lows with all the princesses I’ve ever known. – I […]
One of my earliest life-lesson pieces, written in a quieter voice than most of the collection. I’ve outgrown parts of it, perhaps, but not the truth in its wings. There’s nothing about the caterpillar that tells you what’s to come. That it will morph into a butterfly in the warmth of a summer sun. The […]
In Saint Ironic’s hospital, all cases need its haven;but it’s not a place for the chicken-hearted, not a place for the craven.Of the heroes that live in there – it’s said that they are ravingAnd the inquisitors who work in there,have somehow convinced themselvesIt’s souls they are saving. There’s a man who is dementing whose […]
The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)