Featured Poem: When A Poet Wears A Circlet - Uwen Precious Ogban

WHEN A POET WEARS A CIRCLET

When a poet wears a circlet o’er his neck

It could mean it’s a downbeat

It could also mean that he wants that restrictive

aim that has been willed for him to claim; he is

in his musing period and he is in darn need of

someplace cozy to scribble.

So in want to evade distractions

He creates a comfortable porch in the guise of

nods, and moderately flees into introspection

each time he gets an opportunity, and dashes

back – in milliseconds, when there’s a call for

response.

And when he’s caused to sham

Even with every try he’s made to think deep

He’ll be shamed within

But he’ll put on a sham;

Looking so occupied

So juiced up

But at that point he could leave you abashed,

and plea he needs to get home; that he needs

to get prepared for tonight.

And that tonight! He’ll let his mind wipe off

charades. He’ll swing into that very thought

that puts him in seclusion. That coat of

tumultuous feeling that imps his mind and

fetters his stride.

Tonight He’ll be his own muse, which muses

bemusement. He’ll shed slimy, reeling liquids

that root its ills on tracks it makes on his face;

making wave to his chin, rather than tears

seeking thrills or enthrall.

The morose cascades has been his

convenience –

Being solitary is like lyrics sung to him

So he would desert life – that there’s chunk in

dearth.

He believes, and under his breathes and will

With all verve, that even after that night, as

long as he wears the circlet – lone he will still

be; leering to its lures and oddities

Solitude has always ossified him.

- Uwen Precious Ogban

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