Minstrel

The Transformation

Ring the bells

Let the people gather

This moment the unbelievable has occurred

The ice maiden

Aye the very ice maiden

Of many our young men’s dreams

Has at last been thawed

It’s not by the heat of the sun

Nor was she set on the boil

It took but a mere arrow

Shot from cupid’s tiny bow

Now her once frozen eyes

Light like the stars

The icicles that were her limbs

are forever gone

Wait on the balustrades

Watch her walk with her lover on the street

Behold for yourself the power of love

It’s made a woman of an ageless stone.

© 2000 Ibitomilade Adejuyigbe (aka Tomi Akinyanmi).

May 24, 2009 Posted by Tomi | poetry | Leave a Comment