For Lease
Even the moon || lost a bigger part of itself to darkness || monthly like a contribution || that leaves out its smile || to the good light, || the good light at the thunder strike, || racing towards an invisible end || in an unseen pattern, orchestrating the stars || to sing brightness alongside the bolts || the mugshot lies on the blue sea, || blue in the face of the sky || Framed with pearls I bet || some was pulled || to carve my mother's prayer beads. || A circle etched from love, || as the blue sky loves the blue sea, || as the stars fall || to the rhythm of the last strike || by lightning Every distance || spanned between my ribs, || you can have every acre love.
Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi is a Veterinary medicine student at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria, a submission reader at the sea glass literary magazine, and an editor for the incognito press. Pursuing his enthusiasm for poetry, He has his works published in Poet's Choice, Brave Voices Magazine, and a few more. He tweets from;@OladejoAFeranmi