Osita Igbo is a poet, novelist, playwright, scriptwriter and an Igbo scholar. He is the founder of the movie company, Kings and Queens, which produces his plays. He is currently working on a book on Igbo origin and history, as well as a television programme for the reconstruction of Igbo culture. He has just embarked on further studies at UNN.

Asu Rock

Fossilised grey over abyss cactus, effervescence tide-swept shards of rainbow,

whirled malignant harmattan for the dew earth-towels you, Sir!    phucomophones metamorphic as the sun crowns you for light of emerald, to leaven visions of sapphire.

Tassel of pines plunge to incoming fibre,

Lingered possessions of your fissures and outcrops,

To ride in rhythmic saddle of cosmic steed

Must I to you roll out as the crusted carpet before you!

Silhouette in fold of your bare coarse skin. Mirage is all,

Secret passageways for self-nook, sift sand-dune forth of pollens of the azure ring, rock-fingers crack sunlight cone to void of a brown vessel; past fingers as vultures praying for days decaying.

I know the scarlet on your sole

Relics the peregrination beyond earth’s core

To bear the antre of the boundless,

Overflow bank your own with ashes of earth!

Not the yellow beams that spring the vermin, but the soot

Of broken lamp. A millet of the millets in the barn of loot can

Replete multitude’s need. Skeined radiance of lapis lazuli for regeneration,

Yet crouching naked for yellow moon, faceless faces faces.

What shall I say?

The fall of earth

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Embrace you and I!

Opal-flare stir germ at the market-place. Bolts to seam with whiteness the crevice of skin and

peridot are echoed in chasm. Feet that stamp in fir garden are clogged by the weeds of your outcrops  wind of light, for drought of cell,

For dearth of the moon

Let none long for justice here:

Justice is the blight that blights

The harvest of their malversation,

Vast mites on fleshed dare ribbon!

Pluralism linger whirl smoke, pluck fray forth from the seam, obsidian,

Crag we cannot clutch, scarlet fever of sick days, hearth-abyss,

Ramble in riddling vault of their woodwinds; THREE-LEAVES STALK

Arise subservience of feeble nerve of one

New earth tassel

Mane-bridge beyond peat raven

Wisp of dew fibre, ether cliff,

Mine jasper cavern!

Dew in subsidence after moonquake, mantle sward ran to bare of palm, sun of the stubbed and mangled hills and valleys, but those days are resilient. The root was dipped in earth wetness for rust

Rust is womb for twilight grains.