SHIVERS

If I could bring the sun to these shores
I would form a fond
…to build a bond
…with this scary snow showering shivers
…in my pores

II
If I could fetch some warmth to this place
Wearing snow like an overzealous religious believer
I’d build a love to think above the shivers
…in my pores

III
For I’m fire
…born of the sun
With warm a desire to live a seen
I’m heat
…needing cold defeat
How did I buy into a ticket
…bigger than my flames?
Thoughts force shivers
…in my pores

IV
Will I turn cricket beyond my fire?
Will I freeze fat to blast a crack?
Will I fly a seat to return a cargo?
How sharp are the teeth of frost?

V
Child of stone!
Blessed witch of birth!
The golden child of a Coast!
Tawiah!
I live above insane fears
These are but silly playthings
…passing through the road of my mind
…into their own dangerous death

VI
But I do hope to gain many a skill
…beyond my thought
If I will live hawking houses of clothes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 15, 2020