A New Moon
by Eyitemi Egwuenu

 Silver tusk on the tired
 Shoulder of night,
 Melody quivering down the
 String on your horns like
 Restless rivulets from rippling rain-reeds;
 Brave harp,
 Daring the shadow
 Of clouds...Life,hanging;
 Swinging on a dream.


 Cascading thoughts
 Plump with the visions of night,
 Moonbeams raising stardust
 As the furrows mount the mounds.


 A bolder strain yet sweet lyre
 For the sentient seeds;
 Break the silence on the plough.