Wall Gecko


(Composed when heartbroken)

My lady is a wall gecko!

But think not my tongue foul.

She’s baked fine and fair from clay.

She’s mine—-and I hers?

Not a deed of hers can assure.

Though I offer all of my all

For all her cheek and cunning!

For all her charmed innocent harm

Yes, for all her conditioned mentality

As I metal, she human and woman

Thus, when as now she thinks me so

And throws me way away

Armed with such thought as her self-esteem

You can perhaps appreciate why

My lady is a wall gecko!

Andrew Bula  teaches Literature which includes Creative Writing and Use of English in the Department of General Studies at Baze University, Abuja.



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