Jekphrasa   November 18,2025 GREEN WINE'S CURSE Hello, this is our first blogpost in this series. Jekphrasa has upgraded to neon green digital art expressions we even added a touch to our logo, take a look a The letter Green wine's curse series: the touch This art feels so much like Pablo Picasso’s – The Absinthe Drinker (1901). That thin lanky man sitting, red scarf upon his neck, gauntily looking below his hat. He looks hopeless like a dreamer praying that his dreams might vanish but they stay aggressively interrupting his sight. Loneliness feels familiar to his soul almost similar to unwanted romance. In hope that the sitting glass cup might take away this language too strange to interpret, this dream he knows nothing of but haunts him. Perhaps a green wine's curse . Pablo Picasso 's Absinthe the drinker 1901 Touching the brim of a glass that has nothing to give but liquor to your sorrow, to add dreams to your many dreams. Only that the dreams it holds are tempor...

Hide & seek Òré, L ook below the ________ I have a b u nch of _______ for you. When you hav e them, T hey might c reep out of the w h it E ness and c l ing to your _______ fo R ever keep T hi s  memory & come l o oki n g for m E .  PS: This poem has gaps and the answer to the gaps are in the poem. Find it. 

APPEAL - ÈBÈ In Yoruba we say: òrìsà bi òlé gbàmí fi mí sílè bí o se bá mi I turn this to a poem : If this carnival for the gods shan't bring rainbows to our grey dressed sky, or manna to our stores, may it leave us, may it exit fast as fart into the air Amen. Pay a visit to our blog  Jekphrasa.blogspot.com Or simply click the left pointing arrow above and take a tour. Want to discuss anything with us? Send a mail to hellojekph@gmail.com.

To watch a flower bloom might be a synonym to growth// the petals are fully flaped open, flaunting it's colour on stalk but risking the sting of a bee or the caressing of a butterfly// So, when I heard the news say the economy was crumbling I likened my country to a flower// ours is being stung by bees but it's an essential process of pollination to turn to a fleshy ripe fruit/ This is the hope I have that we are undergoing pollination and this is the flower our pestilence bears on its lips. -Hope. (that we might turn a fleshy ripe fruit. after pollination). Visit Jekphrasa  Jekphrasa.blogspot.com  to read past blogposts. Follow us on Telegram  https://t.me/jekphrasa @jekphrasa on Instagram  Follow on Instagram

September - seventh ember here seventh ember here, seventh drive down this r ain beaten bridge,  to the seventh bench upon which we sang seven songs when we were,  seven and young. This seventh time I come visiting  seven were the flowers you gave me. The seventh one I come to return this september... 

Hat-trick with you -groaning of a cupid visitor Oh damsel upon your hat I threw a flower, and only a petal did you send. My brittle hear slipped upon ice and fell. Prophet Hosea caught it, he told me "son I loved a whore as a damsel of mine, go again and try" Dear, I sent a bowl of honey and asked you to have a taste of the honey bees of my heart. Twice, your hat was a canopy and you didn't even turn your face to see either the honey or the bee. My heart slipped again upon ice and fell. Prophet Hosea caught it, he told me "son I loved a whore as a damsel of mine, go again and try". I did write you a note of songs requesting that you'd be my favourite song but underneath your hat you only blew a whistle of silence to me, a meaningless tune. Hopeless, hopeless aren't I ? Three hat-trick played on I.  Writer- Helen (Jesunifemi) visit our blog

BUS TO THE ALL KNOWING CITY  I forgot my shoe,  but the bus came early and I was having an interview eastwards heaven. I forgot my shoe at home bus driver wait!  please, can you hear me? driver in black suit We drove 6 kilometers in silence  I itched my feet for it was cold and dry I'm bare,  my feet is naked,  Driver take me back home.  I might fail this interview,  give me a chance to pick my shoes again.  He was silent  Oh my street number is nasty 001 - in a short, brutish villa Not too far, I could trek. "You've spent your time"  this driver tells me and opens the door.  and before us, there's a large billboard that says - GO FACE YOUR GOD Visit our blog-  Jekphrasa.blogspot.com