CARIBBEAN POETRY:
Catharsis II: The Lost Writers’ Colony
copyright 2014 K. Omodele
See that blood in their eyes?
red ink scripts their rage
Them blood-fire hearts?
spit flames, scorch up page.
See them weapEns they holdin’ like
Shaka’s altered spear?
pick Truth from scabbed wounds ’til
pus oozes, sores air.
Life’s stumbles, flat falls?
bruise, etch, batik, stain,
write selves off them knees
dye canvasses rain.
They write ’cause minds barred-in must build in blocks,
Writing absolves scarred-up guilt in blocks,
Verbs purge, nouns foil, in cipher* guilds and flocks,
Stagnate in the box a dream wilts and rots.
They write characters smelted from building blocks
Granite Rocks molten, ethos smithed in hok
Weatherbeaten from storms, ships refuged in-docks
Paradox, they find peace weighin’ sin in blocks.
Dormant time is unforgiving like jilted frocks
Themes and plots, narratives tilted clocks
Yielded Glocks, pens now wield in blocs,
Fury and sound settle like silt in lochs.
This is a wright-ers’ clique/ with Sonny’s Blues
Feelin’ zoras and mckays/ kincaids and hughes.
* gathering of MC’s, poets in a rap/spoken word session.
