Bedside Song – E. Oluwaseun Dairo

Bedside Song


The husband who wants freedom in his home

Must to his wife defer, or else to come

Are pinings, repinings, and groanings; O

The telltale testaments of bed-shorn woe.

Hence, I ask permission to dip my hand

Into the terrains of your virgin land.

I am a tourist to your shores, and sure

To my native land I return no more

The horde of treasures there within your mound

My tongue shall still proclaim it round and round.

Where many came and left with sullen face

I have acquired the notice of your grace!

Where many dug but found nothing above

I can boast of the blessings of your love!

Your body — hidden long by distance’s shoal —

Is but a sweet precursor to your soul;

Your brick of nature oft outward expressed

Is a garden of flowers by cares oppressed,

Neatly arranged, organised so well:

The bricks are there to build, the flowers to smell.

I have felt in my core your strength of mind,

And savoured in my heart, though I was blind

Sprinkles of stardust on a dreary life,

Mobius of ties where loneliness was rife.

Poetry was the one with whom I talked,

My lone faithful companion as I walked.

I buried myself in its living hearse

And showered in the meaning of a verse:

I lived Abelard in conditions grim

And died with Eloisa for ache for him;

I watched Thomas’ eyes around Anne rove

And saw his head lopped off for crimeless love;

I wept profusely for Okigbo’s harms

As he lay bleeding in his Biafra’s arms.

Yet poems are like a precarious dance

Carried out in the bubble of a trance;

—When you dismount because life calls you on

The feeling remains but the fact is gone.

But when you took my hand, then I could climb

From the ethereal to the sublime

I felt the transport and the heartache raw

And entered the Canaan which Moses saw!





E. Oluwaseun Dairo is still trying to figure out what he is. In the meantime, he dabbles into poetry and other critical forms. He has been published in Sentinel and The Sky Is our Earth; An Anthology of Fifty Young Nigerian Poets. He can be found on Twitter @EODairo

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