She is Here

The raging wind is her being
Her breath will ravage your skin
Chill your bones till they go stone numb
And soon you’d be collecting broken strands
Of your hair
Like those dead leaves she feeds the patched soil

She is here…
Moisten your lips or you’d be sorry you didn’t
Clad your self in wool or you’d be sorry you didn’t
She is here…

She rapes the trees bare
Renders the sun a shadow of itself
And drinks the rivers dry


She is here…
Mother of dust and dryness
Princess of the Sahara dunes
Yet she has no ear for poetry
No fear
Her music is rufflerustlesqueakcreak
You are left to wonder how she dances through
Such clatter
Or even make it through her own haze

With ferocity she has come to reign
Having just seized the rain

Like a bold thief she will bang on
Your windows and door
While you snuggle deeper into the sheets

Still wonder why they call her Hamattan?

2009© J.Ifeme

Comments

  1. MyneNovember 8, 2009 at 1:08 AM

    You write very well, you should check out the poems on my blog sometime...

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  2. Jude IfemeNovember 8, 2009 at 6:27 PM

    ok, Myne. But thanks alot.

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  3. AnonymousNovember 9, 2009 at 4:59 PM

    Harmattan! I guessed it right in the second stanza....

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