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Xv.A Golden Orb

A child is born on kedre
Of the great heavens above
The ulcer of the dark days
Sets to be soothed this day.

A fair gourd, mild and on high
Breaks into a tender phase
That little fingers may dip
Also, into the goddess' soup.

by Igwe Kalu

Comments (3)

This is a beautiful poem. It is clear in focus, rich in language and flows with ease and confidence.
The imagery is good, and flow just drives the reader along to the end. Very nice and tightly written. Top marks from me and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
This is a good poem. This poem has some detail. That is what I look for in poems. Nice. Keep writing! Stay strong!