Writings of the general word's body

Monday, September 25, 2006

Half of a Yellow Sun

(for Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie)

War-wearied families dizzied by un-slaked thirst
Conjure again and again, from memory, images
Of beloved salt, fresh salt, salty foods-
Now as dire and scarce and sweet

As fresh love’s touch, tongue to tang
Through the sore half of a yellow sun.

Time, bold and buoyant and beautiful,
Thinned to a desperate Salt-Quest
Across depleted bunkers and borders of strife,
Through the sore half of a yellow sun.

Abstract thoughts of its crystal vitality
Float and fall on the aching head.

Abstract images sweeten one starving second,
But tantalize the belly and the mind timelessly.

Chiedu Ezeanah
  • The poet posted this on the Half of a Yellow Sun website on 12 September. It is reproduced here in its original verse form, with permission.