The Fire Dance Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

It’s the fire in her eyes
A flame that harbours great intensity
It glows like a red hot furnace
Out of the sun’s core
Flaring the heat of anger
A moment you think she is bereaved
Another you ponder she lost her heart
Or her love
Or her cash
Or her health
No gauge could measure the pitch
A vibration of high frequency
The rhythm must rhyme with the beat
And the patrons must enjoy
In their satisfactions her pay will be attracted
She had to be on high
She had to do the job
She had to pay the bills
She had to give him a life
In the absence of him that sowed the seed
The pay must come from the fire dance

OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2015