August 07, 2015

My Intimate Poetry: Monopolize.

A sleek slather of parchment waved beneath your nose and you're in love. ― Tammy-Louise Wilkins.



I was the serving girl
Obscured by poverty and shadow.
A spec dotted at the corner of his eye;
Irrelevant in comparison to her.

I was neither fragile nor fair;
Neither acquiescent nor exotic.
My dress unbecoming and my echelon undesirable.
She became his world with a simple stare.

Oh how she beguiled him,
From a single word that enriched her lips.
Oh how she bewitched him,
With her prosperity and its attached stature.

From the shadows, I watched with wonder;
I wondered at the prospect;
If she was me and I was her.
I wondered if my resemblance would seduce him too.

Would his heart clench if I uttered “I love you”?
Would he be engulfed by my sincerity?
Would he cast her aside and clasp my hand in his
If I surrendered to his every whim?

He was not consumed by her love but by her spell;
Her affluence blinding him from true feeling.
Though he cries sincerity of the greatest degree,
He was yet to know me and the story he and I would tell.


TO BE CONTINUED


Image Map

2 comments:

  1. Your words just captivate, engulf n draw me in. Meaningful, thoughtful, heartfelt. Beautiful poetry. Looking forward to see and read how it plays out. Have genuine and genial talent and so very intelligent xxx

    ReplyDelete

Want to share your thoughts on the post? Post a comment!