‘I Know the Knive Scars Serrating Down Their Backs’ by Prosper Ìféányí

SELF DEFENCE
by Helen Gwyn Jones

I Know the Knive Scars Serrating Down Their Backs

Yesterday, I wrapped myself 
into a prayer as I watched my 
mother and father play gladiator. 

No child should see this; but it’s
something they should witness. 
How love bleeds when the sickle 

yanks it off its root. The photo album
still looks perfect, and I come here to 
pilfer a glance upon the lurid smile—

where it all started, before time slowly 
turned my father into a nervous wreck. 
I do this at night because father’s alopecia 

keeps getting worse, and a reminder 
of his youth could incite a whooping. 
Sometimes I feel my head is no longer 

here, and if everything goes south mother 
is not to blame. Her body a wilting flower 
enclosed in the traipse of a uniform body, 

that I am afraid it might be the only 
wreath she gets. Sometimes I wonder 
if she knew I knew her darkest hours; 

just sitting there—waiting, with a bluebird 
in her heart. Wanting a home other than
what this squalor has to offer. The tincture 

of her voice stabbing the wind reminds 
me of falling rose petals, enough to make 
boys with dreams return home. But still, 

father’s touch burns bright and it must 
mean the whole world to him that I wasn’t 
handpicked with a hand full of aces. I am 

careful that should I fall into the cusp 
of a reaching hand, I would be a thorn, 
pricking every soft balloon which inflates 

me a home. So when we pose those drab 
family pictures, I don’t smile because I know 
the knive scars serrating down their backs.


Prosper Ìféányí is a Nigerian poet. His works are featured or forthcoming in Brittle Paper, Lumiere Review, Identity Theory, Aothen Magazine, Petrichor Journal, Eremite Poetry, New Note Poetry, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and elsewhere. He is the Editor-in-chief of OneBlackBoyLikeThat Review and First Reader for Khoreo Magazine. Reach him on Twitter and Instagram @prosperifeanyi.


Helen Gwyn Jones (she/her) started recording her world at the age of 8 when she bought a Brownie camera from her sister, something which has become a lifelong passion. A collector of the past, she likes nothing better than muted images of imperfection.  May be found poring over Welsh grammar books when not photographing drains or going into raptures over rust. Originally from Wales, now living in Spain. Recent publications include Hungry Ghost Project, Free Flash Fiction, Acropolis Journal, Paddler Press, Blink-Ink, Hecate, Pareidolia, Moss Puppy, The Levatio, Camas, Subliminal, Terse. Instagram and Twitter: @helengwynjonesFacebook: Helen Gwyn Jones Photographic Artist