Poem

The Human Body Is Made Up Of Mostly Water

A poem by Nigerian-British poet Sarah Aluko, published exclusively on The Book Banque.

Where does it hurt?

Somewhere between here, here & here

You point to the graveyard

You call it a body

Walking eclipse, belly full of poems

Your jaw is tired. Too many apologies

You beg for forgiveness

Maybe this is the day you’ll finally learn how to wear this

These days you’re all ocean

Giving & giving & giving

Inhale

Is your heart happy?

What colour is your soul?

Is she hiding between your thighs?

Exhale

Point to where it hurts

Self- medicate

Here, here & here.

 

About Sarah

Sarah Aluko

Sarah Aluko is a Nigerian-British Author and Poet. Her poetry speaks of womanhood, femininity, love, loss and heartbreak. On International Women’s Day, 2017, Sarah Aluko released her debut anthology, Firstborn, which was long-listed for the Out-Spoken Prize for Poetry in the same year. Aluko has worked with Apples and Snakes–England’s largest organisation for performance poetry and spoken word–as well as Microsoft and Nasty Women. Since Firstborn, Sarah Aluko has been listed as part of Nasty Boy’s Creative Class of 2018-Nasty 40-which celebrates the next generation of Africans shaping youth culture.

 

This poem is published exclusively with The Book Banque. and shared with the permission of the author, Sarah Aluko. All rights of the author reserved.

Updated last on October 16, 2018.

 

Time

A poem by Zimbabwean graphic designer, photographer and poet Munya Chidakwa.

 
Dear My Time,

When was the last time you did something for the first time?

Or was the first time 

way back in time?

Do you remember the time your heart and mind combined,

releasing thoughts and feelings that made you unwind

to a place where your guilty pleasures are no longer a crime?

Relax and unwind.  

Do you remember the last time your thoughts

and his thoughts intertwined to a place beyond space and time? 

Leaving you both bathing in a unconscious mind. 

Leaving your time and his time to take time... together?

Dont waste your time, or his time,

because time wont wait for time. 

So make time

because time only reveals in time.

So I ask...

when is the next time you’ll do something for the first time?

Hope you get this in time 

Yours sincerely

Your Time
 

About Munya

Multidisciplinarian Zimbabwean spoken word artist, photographer, grahic designer and poet Munya Chidakwa uses his art as a way of trying to understand the complexity of the world. As the son of a former minister, Munya has known struggle and success - at one stage sleeping rough and also travelling the world to indulge his passions.

 

Image: The Odyssey Online.

This poem is published exclusively with The Book Banque. and shared with the permission of the author, Munya Chidakwa. All rights of the author reserved.

 

Genealogy /static/ Abtiris Through Radio Transmission

A poem by award winning poet Sumia Jaama.

 

 

How the river, running, runs out of itself'

     Pablo Neruda. 'There is No Forgetting (Sonata)'

     Translated by Forrest Gander

 

Your grandfather’s:

  /static/ awoowe's voice is an alien airwave.

 

You’re stretching in Southend

      /static/ in Scheveningen —extending an arm,

       /static/ an antenna.

 

  Heavy waves break into white foam on this shore,

/static/ on his mouth. Your name is a boat sailing.

   /static/

      sinking.

Lost in translation

/static/ lost at sea.

Never  mind you could swim’

     /static/ sing Soomaaliyeey toosoo since 97.

You chase a wave till it swallows

you. Hanging at the rear

   Your voice is the end of the sky

—an absent airwave.

 

About Sumia

A Barbican Young Poet Alumni (2017-18), Sumia Jaama is a linguist and programmer. Sumia often writes about exploring absence and what there is to discover about blank spaces in relation to ourselves. She has a BA in Arabic and English literature, and often runs workshops in secondary schools, festivals and as part of Keats House's Creative Writing Summer School.

 

Image: Pexels.

This poem was previously published in 2017 in the anthology 'Your Name Is A Boat'. It is shared with the permission of the author, Sumia Jaama. All rights of the author reserved.