LECTURE HALL HALLUCINATIONS

LECTURE HALL HALLUCINATIONS

The rays from her eyes

Have fallen on my face

The walls of the hall are moving away

Night is swallowing day . . .

The roof has turned into clouds

Clouds clad in rainbow banners

There are no more tables and chairs but flowers

The students are but butterflies

There are no stars

There are no moons

But she is that radiance

Blessing the scene with light

The lecturer’s noise has become

Sweet refrains to the boiling verses in my heart . . .

My gaze is glued to her enthroned on gold

I fall on my knees reaching out for a rose

Ready to crawl to her singing:

Goddess of beauty

I have come to worship

Cowries or gold dust, I have none

My heart I offer as a blazing sacrifice

May it be pleasing to you, O Precious One!

But sadly reality revisits

To expose the timid me

When time brings the lecture to an end.

February 22, 2016
Agric LT3
Legon.

© Sarpong Kumankoma