The Return

The Return

Oladejo Fabolude

Have I still rhythm in my soul? 
Can I still rhyme? 
Is the writer's art still a mole? 
Burrowing deep within me, 
Still there, yet so hard to see? 

Can I still regale a reader with words? 
Can I still write? 
Enchant like a flock of birds? 
Winging in formation through the sky? 
A goodly thing to the scanning eye. 

I am still of the wordsmith's ilk. 
I can still weave, 
A verbal web of spider's silk 
Laying wait for some to fall, 
Perhaps, spellbound, this poet's thrall.

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Oladejo Fabolude
Poet

Oladejo believes poetry should be a delight to the eye, to the ear and to the heart. He has been writing poetry and short fiction on and off (mostly off) for about 30 years from his native Lagos, Nigeria. He published a book of his poems called Hail: A Collection during the lockdown and recently began exploring writing for theatre. You can read some of his poetry and musings at www.pausereflecthail.com and fabolude.blogspot.com. 

Photography by Ammy Singh