TALES OF ‘ KAREN’ AND HER OTHERWORLDLY HUES by FRANK NJUGI (Day 18 of KSR 31 Days of Poetry)

Let's have your thoughts as Frank Njugi opens up to fine dimensions in his poem.

Let's have your thoughts as Frank Njugi opens up to fine dimensions in his poem.

She speaks of the grandeur of this place
a boundless realm of azure,
at six in the morning we might get to ride a Rickshaw
which would weirdly only serve to remind us
that the aura here remains in every way peculiar and unfurled.

she speaks of seeing deities not born of mortal clay
as sanity’s are slurred by the blemish of affluence
and also, the madness at realising that a “song of lark” depiction
was painted as a tempera by a depressed artist from Kibra;
-a true calamity for all otherworldly hues you would say.

How does bliss escape
those who eat from the depths of god’s palm?
and why would those living through this liminal space
seek to become a metier for mortification?
These shrouds of bizarreness can only be a cover.

I reckon the intense cachets of splendour
can at times become a tapestry of metaphors
quirkiness is all-dimensional.

Karen and her otherworldly hues truly remain
nothing but a whole city’s mirroring.

Frank Njugi (He/Him) is a twenty three year old writer and poet living in Nairobi Kenya. He currently serves as a poetry editor for Writers space Africa , a reader for Salamander Ink Magazine and his work has appeared or is forthcoming on platforms such as Kikwetu Journal , 20.35 Africa , Kalahari Review , Olney Magazine , Ibua Journal and others. He goes as @franknjugi on all platforms.

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