Well, a lot has happened offline in the time I've been away, I packed in loads of catching up during the home leave. Met up with family members I hadn't seen for a decade, classmates I hadn't met since schooldays, a dear friend from my childhood in Nigeria, my god, no happiness like the happiness of hugging a friend after some 20 odd years' gap! I cried and laughed and talked till my tongue fell off.
As for things here, the last entry won the top spot, whoop! a super pleasant way to end the holiday. Thank you, WEP and WEPers!
I also managed to complete the writing course with all requirements duly met, another pleasant thing to happen this August. Have come away with a whole new perspective on various histories, poets, and writing and reading. It's been busy and productive and truly fun, if a bit hectic. I have written everything as it came, no prescheduling, total pantsing paradise. Looking forward to some stay-at-home quiet writing and blogging now, maybe even scheduling a few entries, just for a change, yeah! :)
And here's another installment from the garden's entry, which has 14 sonnets in total, but only 10 got posted so as to fit in with the word limit.
XI.
Place
me there when it’s twisted thorns,
just
sharp shards of twigs in the pebbles;
the
needles a mass of poised weapons
and stars like fallen petals, shrivelled;
lay
me there still when the planets
confuse
their orders around the sun.
The
skies gnaw the gems off Venus
and
there are no more rings on Saturn.
Wrap me in as the cosmos crumbles
and
time runs backwards to escape -
its
own aeons’ works lie in shambles,
space assumes a sinister shape.
Point
me to the earth always, always
even
when it’s dead, empty space.
You'll find the first ten here in case you want to read. Happy end-of-August to you and yours.
