Red

A poem

As the flamingo arcs And the regal regalia of life falls upon us Shadows rest Reflecting on the lake of bold memories Colours do form Within the rim of the molten iron core Like one Leading the way

The journey does not stop here A jewel is a witness As innocence flows To travel to a destination unknown We trust and hope That fortitude wins

The brazen karma A mystery Where we are told that moments matter Like moss balls That sparkle a fiery orange

It’s in the hands of the unknown Only felt but never seen Where the bound chain melts And particles of crimson scatter Restful with purpose And the shadow is no more

George Odarquaye Lamptey