Bats and owls have gone to bed

On huge trees with great great shade

Cats and bowls may be in shed

In an Ewe’s cravings grade


I am here like a soldiery bridge

Having crossed from a darkened night

I may be faced with a hardened ridge

But I’ll make sure I get no bite


Weapons of truth are like godly arms

I will hold with a prayerful balm

And if I fall by the firearms

I know I will fall into God’s sweet palm

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

(Photo Credit: Shika Nornoo)

10 thoughts on “KNIGHT OF CROSSING

    1. I really am proud of what I became; a poetess. The thing about it is, it is like taking the pants off your mind and showing your mind’s genitals to all, mostly. But it is so relieving, heals and most importantly a great talent. Glad there are metaphors, symbolisms etc.


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