FOR LINDA GABRIEL
These barren streets remind me of you,
of our plans, unhatched.
Your face, though fading like running clouds,
Reminds me of your beauty, never fading.
Your name, once soothing,
Now reminds me of pain.
Your name, now printed in red ink,
In the Anthology “Gone too soon”
I wish you didn’t pass for the entry.
Beyond dark clouds of sorrow,
Into the welcoming arms of dawn,
The distant cock crow ushers in
a sweet melodic twittering of
Of ancient songs of freedom,
Chants of chains and padlocks,
Of tears, reigns and ruins,
Of mountains, hills and valleys,
But UHURU is the only song we sing.
There were times when bullets
like confetti lit up the night sky.
When tears became rivers,
And blood red carpets.
Tonight, the sky waves a flag,
The wind sings,
And the moon celebrates
with a smile.
I know for sure that there’ll be
peace at last.
Peculiar Comfort Ene is a Poet and a short story writer from Makurdi. She’s an undergraduate of English and Literary Studies in Benue State University, Makurdi. Her writing has been published by Winnaijatv blog, Claws of hope : An Independence Day Anthology, Voicing Gong, Get Consent, a publication of the Society of Young Nigerian Writers(SYNW) among others. Nature and emotion inspires her writing. She is a member of SEVHAGE Book Club and Benue Poetry Troupe. Her first book, Tears, is forthcoming.