Gold
A Short History of Harem
The sky looked at me with shame,
I felt it gazing on my body
It heated my skin,
Burned it.
Punished—I am
For Man’s fall.
Dark is the night now
I breathe air and bow
Today—no one ate me.
There are hyenas that are stalking me;
I couldn’t run for I am tied
They smelled my blood from a distance
Greedy steps and lustful eyes—
Their haunt is over.
They awaited now—mouths wild open
Concealing their claws
Acting civil before the auction starts.
Put on a bid of Gold—
At my father’s doors
An auction made so I could be sold.
They take my gown off,
For me, thousands of Gold
Pushed, turned, touched
I warmed them despite the night’s cold
Shouting more—
More.
I am a property,
Bought and sold on Gold.
The hyenas came closer,
Dancing as they move,
Teeth made of bones.
A wreath of daisies and lilies,
Wearing a white gown and a smile.
I'm accustomed to this, at least I'm told
That I'm beautiful and fair.
They sing and I sing along,
A lullaby,
A chant to the passive present.
Howbeit, I'm pulled from
My melodious lay.
I walk, and the songs are
Descending to lustful utters
And loud howls,
Their bodies needed a cure, a healing
To sneak up, again
And pounce on their prey.
What a pity to choose life
This life— each time.
C.R.Stanger
5aim never surprised when I favorite your poems...i find it hard not to favorite all of them...Im so moved by them..
C.R.Stanger
5abtw I know this is not about poetry...but you are truly lovely! obviously as much in soul as in face..
Malak Alrashed
5a@C.R.Stanger: You know, each time I am writing, I swear that your name, ALWAYS, comes into my mind. You make want to do this. Thank you.
Malak Alrashed
5a@C.R.Stanger: HAHAHAHA. I have always used the girl with the pearl earning as a profile picture that I was afraid I won't be distinguished if I changed it. LOL. Thank you. You're so lovely *kisses*
M.Ilyas Iliana Ali
4aVery powerful words and imagery conjured by the words.
Vic Evora
3aWow!! 😊