Alchemy: Chiamaka Enyi-Amadi

Alchemy: Chiamaka Enyi-Amadi

It is understandable that we have different fears.

There is nothing to forgive

Yet you scare so easy when I turn up at the door at midnight–

Looking for an alchemist—aching–

to be–



and promising myself.

The body

Is gold, free of imperfection,

Refined form.

There are no open pores: how is the body breathing?



To your heavy breathing—

Eating away at the walls

I watch the paint curling

Changing into yellow embers

Desperate skin peeling—

[you like a girl who craves pain—bites her own flesh; licks her own wounds]

Pushing up against the shingles of the roof,

escaping into small cracks like new born smoke.


There is more to be weighed up than gold.

I am here now

yet you are thinking.

Can I ask for you to heat up the lead?

Will that be forgiven?

About the author

My name is Chiamaka Enyi-Amadi, I am a 20-year-old writer and editor from Nigeria living in Ireland. I am a Stage 3 Joint BA English and Philosophy student in University College Dublin. My poetry and short stories have been published locally in UCD student magazine OTwo, in online blogs and zines, the Irish poetry archives, and most recently been commissioned to write a poem commemorating Nigerian independence day and interviewed on my experiences as an immigrant writer:

One Response to Alchemy: Chiamaka Enyi-Amadi

  • Gold | Sixteen Magazine

    […] This month’s featured poet is Chiamaka Enyi-Amadi with her poem, Alchemy. The poem starts with a strong statement, setting out the tone of the rest of the poem, forgiving the fears of another person, perhaps a lover, as they somehow mirror the poet’s own. The use of Dickenson-style dashes stop the reader in his/her tracks to pause and absorb the words before pacing off to the end. Read the poem here >> […]

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