An Acrostic by Jam Jovir

Just as the sun rises in the east,
Over the silent hills, fertile valleys he seeks.
Vines and wires, the long miles he takes.
In search of prey, to fill his hungry heart with a feast,
Roaring courage like thunder, but swift as the wind;

A king is on the hunt again.
Master of the heavens, yet frail in manner,
An eagle is proud with no prejudice; yet a comical hunter.
To live by the claw and rule the clouds,
Over nature’s mercenaries, lay claim to their blood.
Naive yet a killer, merciless; an arrogant scream he cries,
Gone in a blink after a graceful killing; he takes to the skies.

- Jovir Amatong


This Jovir Amatong piece originally appeared in Message In A Bottle as a creative writing exercise. Jovir Amatong lives in Compostela, Cebu.

Gently Weeps

Wally’s Blues

Weep me these strings,
Appease my new mourning.
Lend me your wings
Lest I fall, adjourning.
Yonder clouds, he sings
Surrendered notes, returning.

Bend it now, my master,
Lost but now resumed.
Undo these songs of plaster,
Endure this past entombed,
Seduce this soul impugned.