Poetry Wamathai

Poetry

Poetry: Untitled (Elephant Shoes)

you wouldn’t notice the weight she carried
if it weren’t for that
thump thump thump,
sound, made by her feet
while she graced the street
with her presence and heart beat

aside 15 Mar

Poetry: The Priest

By Ngartia

I’m sitting in a bus, going to my sister’s
A drunk beside me, stench of cheap liquor.
A half empty bottle of brandy in his pocket
Stains of cheap lipstick on his shirt,
Bright red, maybe from a common slut
I would’ve opened the window for air,
But flies might fly in, I fear.
He is reading one of the local dailies

aside 7 Mar

Poetry: Untitled

I get lost in your eyes
Those deep brown eyes
They speak volumes o me
Of deep seated desire
I melt in your arms
Those warm tender arms

aside 6 Mar

Poetry: Don’t Let Me Fall

An occasional stumble is seasonal to the course
And trees shed their leaves in the same light as fall
And the winds on occasion bend trunks

Why have elasticity if not to be used
Why have instinct of reaction

aside 2 Mar

Poetry: Marry Me

I vow to write you a poem every day of our lives
each word penned from the stars
with the moon as our fullstop.
I shall make your body a canvas
where we shall trace the image of God

aside 17 Feb

Poetry: Decadent Beauty

A face like the sun.
Bright.
Shining with blinding light.
No darkness. No shadow.
Just radiance.
Cruel radiance.

aside 16 Feb

Poetry: A Moment of Truth

The morning seemed very skeptical,
There was the sun kissing the horizon and all,
Had I any idea about the great downfall,
I’d have done everything in my power to prevent the taking away of a dear soul.

aside 15 Feb

Poetry: Love Ish

that love shit with the late night calls and texts and sexts and sex
that love shit with the i want you’s and i miss you’s
that love shit with the sky’s a bluer blue and the grass’ a greener green
that love shit with the sweat breaking and knees shaking and panties wetting
that love shit with the sugar coated thoughts and even feelings that can’t be bought

aside 13 Feb

Poetry: Words don’t grow on trees

Muviki, listen
Words don’t grow on trees I tell you
He whose tree bore a natural beauty
Skin so smooth, a banana tree trunk
Eyes, the moon gets its light from therein
Body shaped like the brown gourd, home of the ‘karubu’
To him pour this my cup

aside 10 Feb