Fading voice

 

You now dance like a drunken flame

in a broken earthenware pot

now sooty, nourished by a short weak wick

soaked in sleepy sludgy dreg palm oil

 

You zig and zag in vain

singing like an ogene with a cracked throat,

with a parched throat

like an ogene in pain

rusty and drunk

its voice dying…croaky and groggy, its timbre gone

 

Your voice now rough grates my ear drums ……

I hear your voice, fading and faint as if from a distance,

Cracked, crackle-less

fleeting and fading

as the distances between us increase,

even as you stand before me…..as I wonder what has really changed…

whether it is your song, or my ears, or the two of us.


 

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4 Responses to “Fading voice”


  1. 1 Susan L Daniels April 30, 2012 at 7:52 pm

    This is so sad–when the flames of passion become those of desperation. Such a beautiful and tragic description.

  2. 2 Noel Ihebuzor April 30, 2012 at 8:22 pm

    when love dies, and souls drift apart slowly and minds disengage but bodies are still linked and hooked together by hunger, habit and fear of the unknown!

  3. 3 Boomie Bol June 25, 2012 at 10:53 pm

    Very nice, felt like I was reading something an African classic. Well done!


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