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EASTER
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Wole Soyinka (1986)
This slow day dies, a wordless wilt
Shades of silence reaping
Soft frangipanes
Pollen's wings are thorned; bosoms
Too welcoming fold later chills Take death to innocents
Kinder these hard mangoes, greendrops
At the car of god-apparent, coquettes
To the future decadence.
Do we not truly fear to bleed: We hunt
Pale tissues of the palm, fingers groping
Ever cautious on the crown.
These pink frangipanes of Easter crop
Eager to the wind; by repetition weak
And rain's in-breeding,
One bough to slake the millions:
Decay Caulks earth's centre; spurned we pluck
Bleached petals for the dreamer's lair.
Borne passive on this gift, wound-plashes
From wind scavenger, sap fragrance for
A heady brew, I rode my winged as and raged —
As children wove frond yellow from the palın
Plucked at the core, within the spadix heart.
Review
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Even those of us raised on Soyinka’s writing find it dense sometimes.
A way to understand his poetry is by asking questions.
THE FIVE Ws
The five Ws can help us begin to understand the poem. Consider: what is the poem about?
1. When is it set?
The poem opens at the close of day. It’s symbolic- we are about to mourn the passing of things. Nature has become so cruel.
The poet uses alliteration to describe the death of frangipanis/flowers. The opposite of resurrection is what is taking place.
2. Where is it set?
Outdoors; a garden somewhere in Nigeria in the 1980s, perhaps? The poet’s observing and detailing a scene. We are told children wove yellow (decaying??) palm fronds. By the way, did you use to make palm crosses for Easter Sunday? I am Anglican and my dad Mr James, used to be a Lay Preacher. 😮 I remember staying up on Holy Saturday to make crosses. 🤭 But these crosses are damaged, plucked at the core from spadix (flowers) or a spiky heart. I can feel the kids’ fingers hurting. 😮
3. Why did the poet write it?
It’s part of his Idanre and Other Poems collection. It a reflection on post colonial Nigeria and state decadence and corruption.
4. Who is speaking ('the perspective')/ who are they speaking to?
Is Wole Soyinka addressing we, the readers, Nigerian society back then or himself? He’s probably aiming fire at us all. The plural subject pronoun: we, indicates Soyinka is probably addressing his countrymen/ a collective social group.
5. What is the poem about?
This poem is about death, decadence and despair. I’m showing off now with my alliteration like the writer.
Christianity offers nothing in this poem.
Pollen has thorns, innocent children are visited by death. I’m reminded of a poem by Rasaq Malik called, ‘Bury Us.’
Jesus bled on the cross at Easter, but the subjects in being addressed in this poem
are fearful of shedding bl0.0d.
I see fingers groping, searching for answers or probably a way out of the figurative grave.
‼️THE TWO Ts-THEME / TONE‼️
I’ve already touched on part of this question.
Themes: Passivity and indifference give way to fear.
You can also think about the two Ts: theme of Easter and the poet’s dismal tone.
What do you think are the poem's key themes (the central ideas? Surely, it’s not just the Christian calendar event — celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ?
How would you characterise the tone? I’ve said dismal, but can you think of a better word?
Before I ride my winged ass and rage too, what do you make of the poet’s lead-heavy language and literary devices?? How many assonances, alliterations and personified elements did you count?
The poem is almost a tercet: each stanza consists of three lines except the last two unmetered couplet. Is there another name for this form please? Hmm. It makes me think of the Trinity first, then the Father and the Holy Ghost without a resurrected son.
Reviewed by B. James (read more in edition 6 of Penned in Rage Journal, out in October).
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Jonathan Chibuike Ukah is a Pushcart and Best of the Net-nominated poet living in the United Kingdom. His poems have been featured in TABS, The Journal of Poetry & Poetics, The Pierian, Propel Magazine, Atticus Review, The Journal of Undiscovered Poets and elsewhere. He won the Alexander Pope Poetry Award in 2025, and the Atlantis Poetry Prize 2026, the Sublimation Annual Poetry Contest 2026, and the Empyrean Poetry Contest 2026. His first Chapbook, A is for Anfang was released in December 2025 by the Island of Wak-Wak.
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[Sierra Leonean Literature is littered with references to the slave trade. Why? My ancestors from the Creole/Krio tribe founded Freetown in 1792, a colony for deported freed slaves -Jamaican, Nova Scotian, Yoruba, Maroons and the Black Poor - that is the largest settlement of enslaved people in the world. I'm looking forward to a massive writing competition in Salone in 2027. Can't wait to read their poems. Details coming October 30th.)
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An Old Poem by B. James
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I hear the chains rattling
where shackles shook your strength
I hear ancient voices wailing
all along your river’s length
I see our ancestors hanging
humans bartered for Tobacco
your caves were their dungeon
their tale casts a shadow
On our children yet unborn
an Africa tarnished by European scorn
I hear the Spirituals they’re singing
as they toiled in rice fields
I feel their hope wilting
our lifeblood owns the proceeds
to Great Britain’s greatest trade
my blemished history is interwoven in my braid
a tribute to Sherbro’s sacrifice
which my forefathers made
humanity saddest merchandise
a medal that will never fade.
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