31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 21- PEVERELL'S CLOAK- by Emmanuel Dairo


Wear this Peverell-cloak
The hallows' last bequest
Let Ventrilos dazzle with elder
wands
The world needs nought but voice
and feet

Take Dickinson-strides and pay no
heed
To where certain fame lures -
certain gusts attend!
Nor linger where choreographed
steps twist to beats
Of old drums beaten by new
drummers.

Like Uruk's monarch,
you do not thread the plains
Lonely; the gods have bestowed
you enkiddus of words
Humbabas a-plenty dare your
sword-point
- Nestled in shallow minds and
stinking hills.











Emmanuel is from Ikota in Ondo state and holds a B.A from the English Department at the  University of Lagos where he graduated at the head of a brilliant set. He dabbles into poetry every now and then and is presently working on a maiden collection.  He prefers to work -- and play -- away from the spotlight.
 









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