Are you a human?
Devoid of feelings,
Devoid of the basic human-force?
How can this be?
Such a ruthless being as you
Full of selfishness,
Unkind hopelessness;
This cannot be...
You're two-faced:
Are you a woman?
A lady methinks?
Full of love, and sensitive touch
You look like one,
But can I be deceived?
Oh no, I don't feel my heart,
You are a woman,
A Deceptive Spirit,
Devoid of any feelings
But selfishness;
Yes, you are a woman
A heartless, ruthless, two-faced
Woman indeed,
Come to devour my soul,
Have you? Come to eat it whole?
Methinks a woman is not like you,
She's kinder,
She understands and feels
You exhibit evil,
Yet you are a human form,
Yet, you are a woman form,
What are you
O Evil Woman....?
Not under a Banyan tree
I drink coffee under an elm tree, one of many in the avenue; filtered sunlight
makes shifting pattern on the pavements, and the sun loses its cruel power.
A willowy woman walks into the only café where one can smoke, she likes to
drink coffee with her cigarette, her dog sits by the door looking in waiting.
A woman in her sixties who wears a long flowering dress, plenty of bracelets
and rings, too exotic to be Portuguese, is coming up the road. Married three
times, first to an army officer, from an aristocratic family, then to a Swiss
engineer, who built ski-lifts in the Alps. Her third husband is a poet and that
makes her sigh (downhill all the way dear) She frets about her daughter, who
is forty and not yet married. She had hoped her child would wed into
lofty society, but now she wishes her only offspring will find a man with
a steady job; not a cook or a waiter though, one must draw a line somewhere.
She has a glass of beer shows me her latest bracelet, bought this morning;
she smiles happy as a child as the sun goes on shining and leaves on elm trees
are deep, cooling green.
The woman stares into the sun,
Hoping he will blind her from the fragrance of failure,
The woman stares into the sun,
Hoping she will scorch away the sound of sadness,
But the sun, laughs mockingly.
And says, “I shine, see me!”
The woman, confused looks to her life and says,
“Where is the sun, in your countenance? For all I see is darkness”
The woman stares into the twilight sunset,
And asks, “The sun has spurned me, why?”
And the twilight smiles, “Read between the lines my daughter, for things are not so dark.”
And the woman winked at the sun and said, “Thank you for your gratitude”
And in that moment, she grabbed her life crying and said, “You’re mine!”