A Boy Utters a Prayer | Bobbybryan Uzoma | Poetry


hope, like icarus—flew close
to the sun & melted as ice
would under tickles
from fire.
the street is without clothes
a boy
cries at the
charred remains of something
that would look like a dream  fall like
ash from
his palms   to
the bloodied ground.

& faith means your palms together form
a bond:
one so tight you feel
your pulse begin to      moan.
faith means your skull is
& you look like a
prayer/spell as you wait for earth
to cough out    lavenders.

& what if mother placed
something as bright as a future
on your neck?      & you lost it to the
say: it must worth a lot
& it got stolen
& kept far from your reach;
hung on the spine of your nostrils.

the street, still without clothes

a boy/some group of desolates
gather around a
burning shrub & spit words
into the mouth
of the flame
in hopes it would get to the sky
in hopes answers would return as rain.

Bobbybryan Uzoma is a Twenty-five year old Nigerian writer. He is the author of a poetry book titled: The Artist, which he self published. He is a Scrabble and Chess enthusiast. Before he begins any poem or project, he offers a prayer to The Muses; to seek inspiration and guidance.
You can reach him via these social media handles:
Instagram: @bryans.pen, Twitter: @_bryanthepoet

Lake Adedamola is a poet, writer, and editor with Nantygreens, who's worked with several other literary blogs including Brittle Paper. He has, since 2018, served in various capacities on the Lagos International Poetry Festival, LIPFest, team.

Discussion1 Comment

  1. This is simply amazing. I love how subtly the poem pokes at salient issues giving the reader a gentle reminder of what is attainable in present times, especially in this part of the world. Definitely worth accolades.

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