No wife slams the door behind her
unless her body is burning inside her husband’s eyes,
her beauty no longer in the eyes of her beholder.
There’s a home behind slammed doors
where burnt wives go down in ashes, tears
and washed away love,
where they try something like sitting,
like bargaining for a breath.
And on concrete floors behind slammed doors
they wait on time
to call them by the first of their names:
the unburnt.
About the Author:
Oppong Clifford Benjamin is a civil engineer by profession. He writes from the armpit of Ghana. His works have been recognized internationally and nationally. He has read his poems at events in Ghana, Nigeria, South Africa, Russia and the U.S.
ikechi November 30, 2017 06:52
Powerful piece of poetry