Benny Jackson photo
By
Maryam Gatawa
Her Shell
He was the shell
She was cuddled in
When her feet coldened
She woke up to the rains
And the shell thawed like ice
As the spring claimed the day
Her pearly glow
Began to fade
When the afternoon
Shone through her skin
The rays couldn’t ladder her to the sky
As the summer
claimed the day
She sloughed off her old skin
Like snake casting away its skin
As the autumn squeezed the day
She wore a brand new
shell and cuddled self in it
when her feet got cold
As the winter claimed the night.
Don’t Fall For Me
Don’t fall for me
I may not be all seas
There are mountains
Inside me
Don’t fall for me
I may not be all rosy
But also thorny
Don’t fall for me
For I am that poison
You’ll come back
For more
If you fall for me
It’ll be like a rising wave
Breaking out its shore
With you on my palm
If you fall for me
It’ll be light like
The autumn leaf
on a snowy flake
But if you do
The Stars will too
The sky will bow
The seas will flow
The moon will glow
For our bonded hearts.
Maryam Gatawa
Maryam Idris Gatawa is a young brilliant poet and writer who lives in Kano, Nigeria. She is a graduate of Economics from Bayero University, Kano; and a human activist with special concern on making the lives of the orphans tear-free. Writing and reading are what give her great joy as a passionate lover of the arts. Some of her appetizing literary works were published in the African Writer Magazine, and her pen name is Meegat. She could be reached via Facebook.
really nice work
Yaya Maryam it is iman gatawa from turkey I really want to be a writer like u but can u pls tell me how u achieved this Sincerely ur name sake Maryam Ibrahim
Maryam i'm really proud of you. You make words so easy but yet powerful when consumed by the mind. Kudos.