Ghairo Daniels Poet Rhyme

QUEEN Afareen

QUEEN Afareen designed a perfume bottle 
she herself exuded a scent of untainted ambergris, orris wafted as her heavenly cue
lime with jasmine spritz her exuberant brew
 
a black swan neck curved crystal female form
this bottle crafted in alexandrite, mirroring her 
pharaoh shaped silhouette, gold sun rays embedded facade, stopper of opal warm 

ruby inlays rested languidly at bottle base 
slivers of pearl and aquamarine laced 
replica of Aphrodite she encased in Myanmar teak, sculpted with elk ivory, reclining bottle 
in Muga silk before a river lilting lily wattle 

then gifted herself her own bottle, liquid tomb
nimble fingers twisting opal top for perfume 
her unique irreplaceable exuding essence 
imperceptibly drifting reverent presence

drinking the last undistilled drops from 
edenic perfume bottle, QUEEN Afareen 
extinguished herself gracefully into muscled 
arms of Adonis, as bottle drifted downstream 
towards turquoise ocean emptied, beamed
a sorrowed counterploy buried, it screamed 

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Suzette Richards September 24, 2025 at 4:27 AM This is both informative and a very creative use of imagery, Ghairo. I had a ring with an alexandrite once - I loved the change of colour to purple. Loved this. X Suzette Richards September 24, 2025 at 6:32 AM I can see you in the garden with the squirrel - Ommmmmmmmmmmm. :-) Thanks for the notes - squirrelled it away for a rainy day. Ghairo Daniels September 24, 2025 at 4:35 AM Danke vir kuier. Yep, also very healing for Third Eye. Gave all my stones away. Must still do your squirrel poem. I wrote a few lines on Spoken Word for you. Will put it in inbox. Xx.

Paige Hind September 21, 2025 at 1:38 PM "then gifted herself her own bottle, liquid tomb nimble fingers twisting opal top for perfume " - wow, Ghairo " towards turquoise ocean emptied, beamed a sorrowed counterploy buried, it screamed " amazing work, our own presence cannot be mimicked- special, and raw Ghairo Daniels September 21, 2025 at 6:08 PM Agreed ! Thankyou for read, dear friend. Xxx.