Annus Mirabilis (For Stefn), By Nnamdi Elekwachi

My friend wrote consistently poem for each day until he had 365 for the year 2018, a task he undertook. I looked for a way of celebrating this and penned this few lines for him. Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu, this is my laurel wreath for your poetic head, do sir, wear it. Congrats! - Nnamdi Elekwachi

Annus Mirabilis (For Stefn)

A twelvemonth unfurled

Just as the challenge did unfold

Year and task before our eyes fall

He took up the gauntlet

A poor bard, drawn in an epic for

Three-sixty-five-one-quarter days

Armed with only muse and pen

A prisoner of his mind

That torturer that had him racing

On the flabby feathers of hope

A flight and sojourn of the willing

That landed him to "I made it!"

Brevity it takes to pledge

Greater brevity lies in daring

But to do is brevity at best

Ages and men passing may forget

Might they a feat this noble?

A daily goer of life who led it

Like eternal lines printed on

Marbled consciences

When modernity exhumes antiquity

Let time and tide enthrone history

To sit over the affairs of this world

Where the fair and the ill are judged

That when their future queries our past

May that past echo:

"My age harbours what you seek

Poetical calendar...

A gift from my age to yours"

The volumes they turn over

Bringing us thus

Head and shoulder high, heart filled...

Before the courtly palatial council of posterity

Here, I stand

At the threshold of new beginning

That which his precursor heralded

A witness, I am

That for this bard,

For arts,

For poetry,

And for good

A.D 2018 was an Annus Mirabilis!

Written by Nnamdi Elekwachi (Aficionado)
For Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu
Aba Poetry Club

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