Mood

By Rosemary Ekong

On days like this,

My mind

dances to jazz,

Charms my emotion with its soulful,

melancholic bliss

On days like this,

My waist shakes to the beat of rock

Drums my heart to align to its genre

Yet still on days like this,

I’m a writer at war in my fingered mind

My ink trembles

at the loss of words on my pad

On days like this,

I crave a mysterious sound of blues

Yet still,

I’m a writer at war

who yearns for peace

to calm her trembled ink

If only I could steal the sun

and force the night upon my weary tongues.

© 2020 Rosemary Ekong