Harmattan.
He told her he loved her
a million times, a million ways
but it only made her winter cold.
I guess his love didn’t taste right
his affection was just a terrible meal.😥
Skin dry, no matter how hard she tried
to glow…
Oils, Vaseline and glycerin
just wouldn’t stick
cause his love forced them out—
Oh, and the sole of her feet:
dry scales
that wouldn’t leave.
And no matter how hard she chased them
they came back the very next day.
He raped her of sweater-less wears
and forced her to hide in bed and blankets
socks, gloves and jackets
even at that, he always found her out.
“What kind of love is this”, she cried.😫
Unmoved by her tears he replied:
Harmattan my darling, it’s harmattan.
Written and Performed by Viano Dee. Instrumental: Waterfall by Aakash Gandhi
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About the poem
Harmattan is a short humorous poem about the weather. For those who don’t know, it is a season in the West African subcontinent, which occurs between the end of November and the middle of March. It is usually dry, dusty and cold ,very cold in most places.
The poet describes the feeling as a toxic relationship between two lovers in which the weather is an abusive partner.
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have missed reading your poems. happy new year. i especially loved comparing his “love” to a meal and the choice of descriptive proper nouns like vaseline. joy
I admire your poems! You write about life issues that need deep thinking. Keep up the great work.
What a lovely and funny poem. I would love to experience the weather in West Africa one day.
Thank you for explaining what Harmattan is, I had no idea! Funny and well written poem 🙂
What a creative poem! Abusive weather IS a thing 🙂
This is Very contemplative and humorous. Thank you for explaining what Harmattan is.
Very creative and intriguing! I love you explained what Harmattan is, I had no idea 🙂
Ahhh! Harmattan! What childhood memories bathing in the early morning cold lol. Now that I’ve been experiencing proper cold for years now, harmattan is cool and welcome breeze while my family shivers and thinks I’m mad when I wear sleeveless. The only annoying part is being ashy everywhere. Lmao.
Thank you for sharing. And for explaining. It’s a good little piece of history to have and cute poem.
That’s a beautiful poem. Loved it. I like you explained it too pretty well.