Poetry by Mike Ekunno


Here comes Covid-week

A monochromatic mishmash

With Monday

No different than Sunday

And Tuesday

No different than Saturday

A week of identical septuplets

Birthed by a viral mother

With each day a chore

Endured like okro soup’s languid draw

When eaten with TV’s terrible staple

Monday’s sartorial corporate

Giving way to homebound sartorial indifference

Tired Tuesday tagging on tattered tails 

Wednesday glides anonymously past

Full of midweek blues

As does Thursday

Cold water poured on Friday’s elation

With Saturday’s fiesta a suspended animation

And Sunday on living room couches 

Instead of church pews

With the couch’s depression

Straining to rise

Like dough with insufficient baking powder.


Like pregnancy

visiting labour room 

and returning un-discharged,

dusk arrives

with dawn’s energies


About the contributor

Mike Ekunno’s poetry has appeared in over two-dozen journals and anthologies including: Nzuri Journal, Bridge Eight, The First Line, Crack the Spine, The Hamilton Stone Review, Gambling the Aisle, Warscapes, bioStories, BRICKrhetoric, The Transnational, Rigorous, and other places.

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