Sunday , February 18 2018
Home / Poetry / Silence, a Bee, a Trumpet…

Silence, a Bee, a Trumpet…

By Kondwani Sichali

Silence: discipline in cemeteries,

With reverence, mystic powers
In the background sounding crickets’ scratches,
Birds brag, frosty flaps of trees’ branches.
The beauty of nature hooked by gentle winds.

I sit on bits of wood.
Quiet as night by a grave.
As it whispers into my ear
Melodies of the living dead.

Recites the past coming and nightmares,
Patience, enthusiasm, wisdom;
Virtues and lies.
To kiss, and caress me beneath.
To feed empty brains with light
To fondly push me into cradles;
Realms of bliss.

Silence. That discipline for the dead.
Dignify dad’s tomb. Death;
A bee. That trumpet blown after victory.


Author Bio

Kondwani Sichali is a Malawian writer and poet.  He is currently studying Journalism at The University of Malawi. Some of his poems and short stories have appeared in various online and print publications.

About nthanda

Check Also

Poetry from Raymond Abiona

A Poem by Raymond Abiona US. Can you sing us a piece? They appealed. I …

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *