night calls

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the  night embraces the sun which lays prostrate at the feet of the monarch of

time, so we can all shift sleeping places — not for the new bride’s bed of roses.

 

it was a call that is heard in harmony when the day sheds its slough for a new

story— we sit under the stars and read its mystery in unison.

 

we toss and turn when the midnight cat sets its eyes on us as the whirlpools in

the mind trample upon our eyelids.

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the false security of mosquito nets trade daydreams for nightmares; the

hourglass empties itself on the blind side of the altar.

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                                                               Break

 

 

mama, i waddle to the journey of the unknown –hear me and listen to me– i’m without a

breast to suck on/

 

                         fluorescent lights shine best in the dark

 

                                                                                          your light shines in the light

 

 

Bright Aboagye is a Ghanaian who dreams of becoming a surrealist blues poet, writer and – with a passion for cooking – aspires to open a restaurant. ​Influenced by Aja Monet & Akwaeke Emezi, he writes about themes of class, orphans, ecofeminism and all forms within African society. He holds a bachelor’s degree in English from the University of Ghana and a Master’s degree in Literature in English from the University of Cape Coast. 

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