Ode to Chirpy Nights
by Olumide Manuel
the nudest silence
near the creek is
fleshed in crickets
each shrill merges
into the edge of
the closest shrill
& they rumble their metalled
notes to a dull hum that
fills the passerbys' thrill
as the background music
of the dark hours, and
ushers the nightwearers
into the solemn communion—
the moon is out, eat
and drink the cool out
of the riverlet. in this blanket
of a thousand crickets, remain
massaged in its ghostly opera.
Olumide Manuel, NGP IX, is a writer, a biology teacher and an environmentalist. His works have been published on Magma Poetry, Uncanny Magazine, Up The Staircase Quarterly, Trampset, Agbowó Magazine, Isele Magazine and elsewhere.