#4. The Widower.

An ordinary full moon
Not a whisper of warning
No signs to alert me
Night came in stealth, so suddenly
As I lay here, deep in sleep
Beside the keeper of my heart
And in her womb nestled my unborn seed.


Night came at that pregnant hour
When dusk and dawn meet in a lovers’ embrace
And like a coward, it scurried away before I awoke
It left long before I could catch my breath
Night came empty-handed
And left with both hands full

And when she died
The music died with her too
And as they put her down
Beneath the udala tree
I sank to my knees and cried
And mourned for the loss of two
Seasons have come, seasons have gone
And yet the keeper of my heart
Holds on to it still.

I feel her breath fanning my skin
In the rustlings of the cassava leaves
She sings a lonely melody
With the crickets and the lost creatures of the night
And once and again
She comes with the rain
And as the waters touch my lips
I weep, for I taste her salty tears.

And on every night with a full moon
I go to sleep and pray
That tonight be the night
That night comes again in stealth, so suddenly
And finally takes me home, back,
into the arms of the keeper of my heart.

(c) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido (All rights reserved).

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