Taofeek Ayeyemi
Born 1991 in Sango, Ogun State, Nigeria
Living in Port Harcourt, Rivers State, Nigeria
Email:
Taofeek Ayeyemi, a Nigerian lawyer and writer with works appearing or forthcoming in Lucent Dreaming, Ethel-zine, the QuillS, Modern Haiku, Akitsu Quarterly, contemporary haibun online et al. won Honorable Mention Prize in 2020 Stephen A. DiBiase Poetry Contest, 2019 Morioka International Haiku Contest and 2nd Prize in 2016 Christopher Okigbo Poetry Prize.
racing i hardly see the colour of my windmill
water pouring into a larger water sudden rain
Nagasaki Day –
a group of owls unperch
from a pine tree
Outstanding Haiku Prize, 2019 Soka Matsubara International Haiku Contest
Election Day . . .
the callused fingers
of a farmer
Honorable Mention, 1st Morioka International Haiku Contest, 2019.
starry night –
grandpa in the circle
of kids
fishing
where I am fishing . . .
white herons
shooting stars –
picking the beads
of my rosary
sultry noon . . .
weaverbirds scattering
the pond's surface
Akitsu Quarterly, Spring 2020 Issue
neighbours
rushing to their clothes –
sudden rain
Frogpond, Vol. 42.2, Spring 2019
Sallah Eve . . .
the distant noise
of traders
Presence, Issue 64, 2019
spring thaw . . .
on a mushroom
a baby snail
first snow —
logs drifting in and out
of the tide
revolution protest –
a gunshot scatters a gang
of crows
July rain . . .
passersby fasten pace
around a dung pit
morning drizzle . . .
the clash of roosters
over an earthworm
second date . . .
the tide returns
my sandal
Hedgerow #130, 2020
cashews . . .
the juice rolls down
my elbow
Hedgerow #130, 2020
fireplace . . .
i catch the flower
that catches fire
Seashores, Issue 4, 2020
sitting in the sun —
the temple bell tossed
by a stray bird
Akitsu Quarterly, Fall 2020 Issue
hotter days —
a baby crab hastens
into its burrow
ọ̀sán pọ́n ganrí —
ọmọ alákán náà yára
sínú ilé ẹ̀
lily pad . . .
the shape
of her smile
morning jog . . .
my slippers stuck
in the mud
night fishing . . .
the continuous thud
of grapes
stove —
the cat shares
my warmth
on the leaves
the beads of dews . . .
spring dawn
hotter days . . .
windows and doors
widely open
roasting sun –
a duckling scuffles
my shadow