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A Little Echo in Dance of Shadows

Papa’s laughter used to be sunshine, spilling through guava trees,
mama’s voice, the river’s song, cool on burnt-brick days.
Now, the sun screams in twisted metal, the river choked with red.
Shadows with teeth ate their laughter, drank mama’s song dry.

My world used to be a polychrome, ripples of laughter, beads of sunlight,
now it’s a broken mirror, jagged edges reflecting screams.
Guava tastes like ash, the river sings songs of rust.
Papa’s smile, a wilted flower, mama’s eyes, empty bird cages.

The sun bleeds into night, stars turn to cold eyes, watching
My tears paint the earth red, a canvas of endless dusk.
Papa, mama, the river, the sun, all swallowed by the dark.
Guavas fall, unheard, on cracked earth.
The shadows dance, and I, a little echo, lost in their laughter.
No dawn breaks over this shattered mirror.
Only the shadows, forever, and the taste of ash on my tongue.

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Poetry: Nwodo Divine

Image: Catalin Pop Unsplash cropped

Nwodo Divine
Nwodo Divine
Nwodo Divine is a writer, social critic, and a student of English and Literature at the University of Benin. He champions marginalised voices through writing, lectures at Bound by Books Literary Club, and works with the Children Evangelical Ministry, Nigeria. His social media handles: Facebook: Nwodo Chukwu Divine. Twitter: Chukwu Divine

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