Writer’s Romantic Hour

By: K.V Fofana

 

When the birds have nested

When the traffic sleeps

When no one remembers to dial

For they are all, probably asleep

That’s the hour I crave

When the wind serenade my ears

When ideas overflow like the edge of the Kpatawee Waterfall

When I’m lost in the wilderness of ideas,

For only an empty body frame sits still

That’s the hour I crave

The hour when the romance begins

When the pen kisses the sheet,

Plain and untouched, ready for the affairs

When it’s only pen and sheet,

Kisses and hugs; purely in love

That’s the hour I crave

Ha! Now the intensity,

The friction-

When a fight between thoughts ensue

The fight for when to appear

The fight for what to appear, what to be omitted or retain

That’s the hour I crave

When the pen must obey

And the sheet must bear the consequences

With scratches and scars

When the convincing thoughts win

That’s the love affairs of writers’ romantic hour

The hour I crave