"An Elegy for an Interrupted Symphony” is a walk through the writer’s mind and perspective on finality in death in the form of a loving mistress and her patient snatch of the one who dies from life from before his demise to when “he breathed his last.” We hope this mistress seduces you not, but the artistry here does. Enjoy!
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The scent of his death was ripe mangoes
Picked from his grandmother’s trees
He savoured the taste
Seeing yellow and green
As the colours of his salvation
From the harshness of faded recollections
That wrinkled his spirits
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He was late to his death
Just as he was early to his birth
Life became his scorned paramour
Wounded by his indifference
So she stung like a bee
Vexed by the petals of plastic flowers
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Death, a mistress of patience
Let the minutes swell into the fullness of time
Bulging with the ripening ache of desire
Death, the affectionate siren
Marked a date for him
Under the shade of hibiscus flowers
Where the sun could linger on his face
And witness his descent
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The subject of Death's affection
Clutched the remnants of his dreams
Though, his words evaporated
Before his lips could form them
So, he invented sounds and emotions
Curating them for the ears of others
But to them, he remained a madman
Shouting in the marketplace
With filth on his eyelids and dirt beneath his nails
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Still, Death clung to the phantom of her hunger
Kissing the minutes that slipped by
With her cherry lips
Savouring the taste of time
Sucking those ambrosial moments till
All that remained were dried memories
Void of warmth and joy
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He stumbled into the field
Unaware that the land of his death was purple
That the point of his eternal rest was green
His attention was stolen by the blue butterfly
Whose fluttering wings pledged
A graspable beauty
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He fell into Death's arms
Long, and slender, yet gentle to her lover
She kissed him as he breathed his last
Carrying him to the home of her making—
One that was cradled
In the creases of unending nights
Salama Wainaina is a Kenyan writer whose work has appeared in The Kalahari Review, Brittle Paper, Afrocritik, The Shallow Tales Review, and The Journal of African Youth Literature (JAY Lit) where she was a co-winner of the Inaugural JAY Lit Prize for Poetry 2024. She writes at https://artofsal.wordpress.com/. She tweets as @apoetsepitaph, and is on Instagram as @salamawainaina
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