A goodbye, See-you-in-two-weeks and two poems

Well, well. This is the last day of the year on this blog. Until next year - 2011. As we'll go for a Merry Christmas and look forward to a promising New Year, I leave you a piece of Abiodun Idowu's poetry.

It does not fall into the place of confessional poems as she is much more interrogative than squealing every of her, is and was.

I find her poems largely introspective, somewhat like the poetry of Sylvia Plath. Biodun's experiences – observed and personal, shows inquisitions into existence and essence. Her poems are a reminder that beneath the pretence we do have hot blood. She is experimental also.

I hope you'll enjoy her poems.

The Call

Liberty is calling me

In Sham’s voice

‘Come, cleave with me

Let us be one’

Freedom is calling me

Sham's voice breaks my walls

My shackles of selfishness fall

I am walking

Ominira calls me ‘beloved’

I raise my head, once again

For the third time.

Sham will not betray me

The wind, the earth and

water say it

I believe and break into a sprint.

* Ominira - Freedom, immunity…

Besetting

A) Skin.

Smooth builds into

rough, melds into dips

depths, curves.

Lovely. Musk, sweat

primal coma, secret

places invoke, invite.

B) Hair.

Flutter, flick

lightly sting, caress

heavy glides over.

Sheen. Digging in,

drag lightly, let

pain collide by pleasure.

C) Caves.

Moist promise warmth.

Strength plunge deep

Dark, pan-ic, still

stroke, stride, slide

call plump, plunde

Sink. Lift. Off.

Aphrodisiac

All of his aggro

Is via

gra gra.

Bio

Abiodun Idowu is a Nigerian writer, based in Bolton, England. Known as ‘Abi’ or ‘Pepperz’ onstage. She presently writes short stories, articles and poetry. Slowly working on a novel, with two plays staged in Nigeria. Her latest publication is in the Bolton based University magazine 'Textyle'. She is also working on a multi media project called 'Losing Jack and Jill'.

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Merry Christmas!