BloOming with the flowers

BloOming with the flowers

Wednesday 6 April 2011

POEM THREE


See they had crucified the art of loving her science
So she could suckle past her thrown
Knees bent as she dusted the footpath for a no good, half priced illusion
And she allowed it…
Her palms unable to interlock with the sun
Because
Her now an object, has no shadow to recline in
No man to announce stars in her lining
Yes in all her delicacy
She was the furthest from a royal highness
But she denied it
Said that she preferred a man to silence



1 comment:

  1. Knees bent as she dusted the footpath for a no good, half priced illusion

    Her palms unable to interlock with the sun.

    But she denied it
    Said that she preferred a man to silence

    Masha'Allah these here lines just capture the essence of the poem for me! Absolutely blown away by your lyrical content. Second to none Masha'Allah!

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