JEAN – I ECHO (Day 7 of KSR 31 Days of Poetry)

Some experimentation on the jagged edges of love, affection and deeper aspirations for things in the mind plus beyond. Enjoy I Echo's offering.

Some experimentation on the jagged edges of love, affection and deeper aspirations for things in the mind plus beyond. Enjoy I Echo's offering.

Hello // rubbish // if you love me enters the room //
Cleaned with your sweat and a detergent from your heart //

Sparks // your brain will drift into a lie // it’s the first time in a ballet class // eyes piercing into your soul // you will think you are spilled tea // unclean

Unclean // you will wish away the needles that have become your voice //
A play by the deaf // an audience of the dumb // another divine comedy

Forget the damned ballet class —

Hello // if you love me // meet rubbish //
You will wear a commander’s uniform // you will close your eyes // for five

Seconds // no // hours // apologize // a magical wand will sprinkle star dust into your eyes // the gates will open forcefully // white wine will

Drip down your cheeks // no // sparkling water // that goes with the most expensive dish in the restaurant // your mouth // unaffordable //

Life is too long // want will never end // you will serve it //
Smile with a thank you note // rubbish only comes after if you love me

I Echo lives in Ghana and writes as a medium to free his head and mind. Previously published under the name “Chris Baah”, some of his works have been published in Poetic Africa, Writer’s Space Africa Magazine, Libretto Publishers, and other online platforms. He tweets on @AyeEcho

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