Today on the ZODML Poetry Corner: a poem shared by a fan of the ZODML Facebook page for your reading pleasure. Are you a writer or poet? Want to see your work on our blog and promoted on our social media channels? Send an email to email@example.com.
We have come, eerie drummer
Worshippers to your rhythmic enclave
We have come, with palms raised up to heaven
To dance at your feet, to listen to the drumming of
Life's enchanted mist
We have come intractable breeds,
Retracting bulk to knock on your door
To hail thee the drummer we do not see,
Yet your deeds so implicit.
Recalcitrant yet must we learn
Like suckling to Mother's tit
Thirsty for Life's succulent milk,
To dance with fate on our fettered feet.
Rust is ripeness
Ripeness is rust
Like rootless stalks to shallow wind
we fall to ripeness
And to rust's repress
About the author: Pen Piper is an upcoming African poet born and raised in Nigeria. He is a passionate writer with strong bias for issues pertaining to Unity and patriotism in Nigeria and Africa. He has a first degree in political science and currently pursuing a post graduate degree in peace and conflict resolution at the National Open University of Nigeria. A prolific and versatile writer, most of his works are yet to be published.