poetry column
At the end of hope
By Rafiat Lamidi
there was more hope.
The first time I peered into the inside
of a television, I was lost
Everything was sunny pink, I thought it would burst
The redness seeped through me as a ghost, white
I was full of light, trying to be a person
I wanted a body that could let go of death
The ghost asked for three things:
Eat stars, breathe beautifully and turn bullets
into raindrops
Dear planet, lonely world of stone,
heaven has broken through
the black hole, a meadow has fallen peacefully
into my eyes, yet my teeth and bones remained
I was silent and undone
My wish was to not be alone
Heaven was already trembling under our feet
I knew I would miss every second
Our obedience to the night
The many enduring hours
BIO:
Rafiat Lamidi is a lover of art, a poet and photographer who resides in Nigeria. Her works have been published in Lolwe, Isele Magazine, Olney Magazine, Lucent Dreaming, Acropolis, The Blood Beats Series and elsewhere. Her short story was shortlisted for Awele Creative Writing Trust. Her twitter is @rauvsbunny.