This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary Magazine in their June 2018 Edition.
Down the shadowy river bank
The lone crumbling stony bridge, in sight,
The blonde swift pacing sundown,
And the dutiful whispering waters,
Which nursed and romanced
The busy starving gossiping winds, hovering
Unto the grinning starry heavens,
Remain the eyewitnesses
Of that wonder,
Love at first sight.
Unbelieving thence you was, as how
From the affluent a ripe lad falls on you?
Lone, hurt lass, and at such odd an hour
When poverty has crept
All over; save soul,
Your wheels then, now your legs,
Hapless, would make it all worse,
As worse as miracle;
Thus you had thought.
I knew not why or and how you were there,
And need not now. Lulu,
For, if we’d crossed that far
Then when depowered, hinged down,
Now sturdy, I trust, we shall cross yet again,
For with love, the weak
Is but stronger.
