Dreams next city
David Ishaya Osu
Nobody inherited grandmother’s cashew plantation
It was no longer home for both the young and the old
Dreams next city were already calling
Grains, new and unmoved, were the hopes for each morning
Nights, busy like thoughts of death, came and went
Speaking to the moon was easy
There was no thanks to the dry sky and falling hairs
Leaves lost their green faces. August had no song
Days were made of crows and prayers
A bow ahead, a name ahead, spirits ahead
The river passed through all of us
Like seedlings passing through time
Grandmother gave stories and new wrappers to everyone
You will make dresses with patterns of rain, she said
That day, there will be no looking back
It was no longer home for both the young and the old
Dreams next city were already calling
Grains, new and unmoved, were the hopes for each morning
Nights, busy like thoughts of death, came and went
Speaking to the moon was easy
There was no thanks to the dry sky and falling hairs
Leaves lost their green faces. August had no song
Days were made of crows and prayers
A bow ahead, a name ahead, spirits ahead
The river passed through all of us
Like seedlings passing through time
Grandmother gave stories and new wrappers to everyone
You will make dresses with patterns of rain, she said
That day, there will be no looking back
David Ishaya Osu is a Nigerian poet, memoirist and street photographer. His work has appeared in magazines and anthologies including: Magma Poetry, Poetry Wales, New Welsh Review, Griffith Review, Australian Poetry Journal, among others. David has an MA in Creative Writing (with distinction) from the University of Kent.
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