‘Knitting a Father from Nettles’ and other poems by Annette Skade

Knitting a father from nettles… and other poems by Annette Skade… read, drink of this creative genius and see .. .


Medici Girl

Beauty adorns virtue, my Father says.
To save the family, and me, from the shame
of my disfigurement, he orders a corridor
to stretch from here to Santa Annunziata.
I beg forgiveness from the Holy Mother
at a hidden chink beside the altar.
Her perfect face is turned from me,
I am to reflect upon her piety.

My bedchamber floor maps out the world.
Every day I pace its length and breadth,
dip toes in oceans, trace the course of rivers,
trample the towers of the powerful,
reach the very edge, the land of monsters,
half-made things, strange and magical.
I slide down the wall, squat in this place,
feel light from the high window on my face.

The Garden of the Fugitives

These castings from the space
where flesh and bone used to be,
the moment fixed in gypsum.
Head tilts back, eyes roll, mouth loosens.

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Bring us home an alphabet without end

You too said you were coming back
And that you wondered if She has finished
the knitting she sat at for so long
Counting stitches
to move many different colors out
of the blue… in thematical votes
and yes…
The cardigan is ready
but they have changed it…
they have added a red hood to it
and now it is a carpet of many colors
joining each failing thread and cutting
our dread…mathematical
It is still warm though you look so cold
Lie in it, since you are not walking
anymore and sleep the tender sleep
of love, closing your black petal like eyes
for a the while that lasts as we watch
the green leaves so sapped, swinging in the wind
but do come again, you said you were coming back
When you come again,
do… ring us home an alphabet without end….
We need this and new stitches in the cloth we
call our own flag of regeneration
philo ikonya 25.09.2015

At Koru that night… Bob Ouko behind every Koroboi shadow in Kenya

This IS Ouko Tornado

You thought you would silence

me? We hear….


Your voice rises

booming in intelligence

loud no matter what

I have not come to earth to judge

So you rise again

Bob Ouko

and you spill the words

one by one, alphabet

one by one… numbers

So many confronted you…

and your shadow rises

behind every koroboi shadow in Kenya

You electrify every nerve

You tell us

It was for brilliance and truth that

you died

and you warn Kenyans

about disappearances…

This thing death should not be feared

but not feasted either…but confronted

Injustice is killing… reveal the truth

Look how much pomp you raise

political success?

to forget we are ALIVE

those who died in such indecency

NOT serving greed and wanting to know

No color


No tribe

Julie Ward stands up

Among the lions

Look, like you never knew before

J.M. Kariuki will not be eaten by Hyenas

I was not

How should it be vultures

even they have better cultures

How should it be nature

Even it has better stature

How should it be

that we cannot face the truth

Tom Mboya before

Look, hold up the mirror of what the Brits

did and before that and always what

WE DID! Tormentado… Tornado….

Torment us with our images and realities

of the dead and those alive… torment us…

THIS IS Tonardo Ouko

and Hurricane BOB Ouko

Assassinated Foreign Affairs Minister of Kenya

Disappeared on th eve of ValentineĀ“s day

and found dead on 18.02. 1990


they said he committed suicide

God of Kirinyaaa… liberate us from

lies…no one can live on that bread all the time!

Philo Ikonya August 2015