Categories
Africa Poetry

Tale Of A Moonless Night

there’s no moon tonight,
just littering galaxies,
there’s pitch darkness
on the path leading home
shadows grip the passerby
we are told night is no friend

this night of unusual aura,
thoroughly cold and dreamy,
of hills surrounded by mists,
and a village amidst a relic,
dreams are not far away
the night sounds are lullaby

flickering lights come alive
unnatural solar lamps glint
green forest and hills cheer,
myriad voices of insects
the bush is alive with tales
of light and many sounds

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.