Poetry: Cinnamon by Omotoyinbo Damilola
a heart that mirrors the past is
never present. this house recedes
into a shadow. walls soak up groanings. my
father’s portrait, an embroidery
of bruised women. i am one of them. shattered
china parcelled by the world. i am a randomly
pulled card in life’s unending duel. this crack
morphs into a gap. demons feast. they feed fat
on our sanity. ghouls knock. old void
morphs into a cloak. wails subdued
into whimpers. time collapses into
nothingness. as i read these lines
to heaven. tell me the wind is strong
enough to give them flight. teach me
to hold the horn of happiness. to strike
the keys where the melody is sleek.
Bio: Damilola Omotoyinbo, Frontier XIX, is a Nigerian Creative Writer. A Fellow of the Ebedi International Writers’ Residency. An Alumna of YALI and the SprinNG Writing Fellowship. She has work published or forthcoming on Brittle paper, Agbowó, Pepper Coast Lit, Afritondo, Better Than Starbucks and elsewhere. Damilola studied Biochemistry, you can say hi to her on IG @ damilola_omotoyinbo or Twitter @creative_riter.
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“teach me
to hold the horn of happiness. to strike
the keys where the melody is sleek.”
Succinct lines. Really emotive.
This is so beautiful, Dammy!
Well done Damilola, this is awesome.
“…as i read these lines
to heaven. tell me the wind is strong
enough to give them flight…”
I always love the positive feeling at the end of your poems.
Congratulations.
So beautiful. I enjoyed reading it.