The Hand That Minds the Author
THE HAND THAT MINDS THE AUTHOR
( for Christie Achebe)
The hand that minds the author
What is life like rivalling words?
When you decked your bed with persian sheet
And stuffed your pillow with the autopedics
When you perfumed your room with arabian scent
And wore your pyjamas to thrill and kill
In books he shrouded himself
Romancing words like butterfly roses
Hours on your feet you stood
Tampered butter,tampered flour
Gazing clock,gazing oven;
Icing sugar and fondant craft
You perfected, though fluffy,
His appetite was for words
When he woke you up from slumber
Asking for neither food nor peck
But only to appraise his newest bride:
''How do you see this Christie?''
Often you yielded:''words are paints
With which your rainbow is made.''
Your fortitude is commendable:
24/7 in libraries
Visiting schools,visiting books
Pruning students, pruning teachers;
But when Christie,when did your
Hearthrob come to you?
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2013
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