Onishe

Onishe In the mystic silence Of the world, cleans By sweet-scented Folds of the night Spreading it’s power over the sky I watch your ripple smile Smitten by your bare beauty Which pants my heart. Mother “Onishe” I salute your immortal soul In you all is in And of divination stuff At your sacred grove Pleas for suckle of your sagging breast Onishe Here I am At your majestic presence with joy, Seeing the puff of your breath Blooming across your heart. I did not see but Stench blood, kola nut native chalks, At the fore-walls of your shrine And the cold glitter of your pure – hearted lover Preening its beauty through you Onishe! Stretch out your balsam hands And touch my heart, let me Feel the pleasant sense of stars, Of the dark autum night Onishe! Tell me the secret of Your uneven head, the fetter of ogbono Leaves clogging Round you, the gentle lyrical pulse which Falls pleasantly upon your bosom.