By Priye Kebbina
I was a thought roaming the corners of my bathroom floor
I had every right to be seen not by the unseeing eyes
To become a central idea
transparent as the august blue moon
To walk the white ceramic earth that is my bathtub and listen
to listen to the lively songs of the mosquitoes starved of green blood
Yet I have looked at these crystal walls in front of me
Behind it a site that says everything good
Was here
And I was the epoch gem to be plucked
Red life flowed through my knotty veins
Telling the rock I’ve made of my body to unfurl
Like green larvae
Don’t I too deserve to be read like my blue days
ticked off by the uncanny mind on the calendar
I’d stopped in the middle of nowhere
backed out of the journeys to bush paths
And each time there’s a little come back
They say this human has gone through the phase
This is a clever poem built around logoclastic imagination where every key word transverses multiple worlds. The persona transforms into a “thought ” and imbued with the ability to roam the world of the bathroom. The poet then transforms mosquitos into singers which functions as a metaphor for complaints. I can go on and on,but I am overwhelmed with the freshness of ideas.
Rather deep, what is occupying your mind?
The epoch gem to be plucked? Is that a reference to marriage or wedding or what?