By Peace Nkeiruka Maduako

To ashes to ashes

We rise with the morning,

We cover the sun,

Gliding on the wind

Over fields of corn

We have our full.

But when the night comes

And deep shadows wake,

We die and return

To ashes to ashes.

Our moment of call

From the faraway haven

Resounds like none.

We leave behind

A reminiscence of existence

Soon obscured in time

While we lay in silence

In the ashes someplace.


Published on November 1st, 2022


Peace Nkeiruka Maduako is a poet who is sometimes inspired by fine art and paintings that tell stories. She has works featured on SweetycatPress anthologies, SpillWords, Screen Crust Magazine and more. Currently she resides in Owerri, Imo state. She has a page where she posts her writings




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