Drink that saved nine.

Flummoxed!! Bewilderment clouded his mind day and night

His mind divorced his entire body denying him sight

Like a prisoner with a life sentence, he begged God to free him if He might.

He meandered the face of the Earth seeking the smallest bite

From the forbidden fruit, so may he glide swiftly like a kite.

 

Who was to blame for this inconceivable pain?

Such a jammy lad who possessed all; nothing neoteric  to gain

Could it be the six blossoms that he slain?

Nature contrivanced to flog him, in her arms sat a burgundy cain

Two roads leading to the honey-comb yellowed sun, the wider one being the main.

 

Big black bear roaring, “She’s mine!”

Pacing. Racing, chasing past the pine

Time is running out, he has to get his chatels in line

Should he reach the river in time, everything will be fine

For all that matters, is that one swill. A drink that will save nine.

-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s