more gracious than royalty
she glided through the park
her hair up in a chignon
her shoulders bare
beneath that lucky parasol
AP: 3rd place 2025
Categories:
chignon, beautiful, jealousy, longing, woman,
Form: Free verse
She'd been staring at me since I can recall.
A da Vinci saccharine smile painted on her lips
that I'd traced with fingertips in my youth.
Forsooth wondering, "Who are you, comely lady,
and why does no one ever mention your name?"
Eyes of melancholy, but not a tear had she spilled.
For years now, I'd asked that the truth be told
why she'd been given a place on the parlor wall,
yet no one speaks of her with honor or a trace
of how gracefully she sat on that stiff backed chair.
A fetching look adorned the face of this exquisite lass,
whose lustrous raven hair was released from its chignon.
What sin had she committed that's kept her story hidden
and her name omitted or deleted from the family Bible?
In gold gilded frame, what blame does she still carry?
What thrust and parry duel must she have fought,
perhaps for love. Her presence hangs in oils but despoiled.
Aged painting of this alluring woman remains a mystery
to me, but I see in her eyes, a familiarity I recognize
each time I peer into the mirror on the vestibule wall.
Categories:
chignon, family, history, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Sandy's gold and loose hair,
flowed down her bare back as snow.
Waves kiss others as they crash into the air.
Golden glitter heavenly charm glow.
Clouds are piled up alike a thousand black kites,
Lighting is blazing and emits intense light.
Wind barks the same as dogs seeking their moonlit lord,
Steel seas pound my frail wooden ship's cord.
Gooey alike toddler toffee-fingered palm
She tried to scrape it into a chignon farm,
stray from the ballerina's graceful updo.
They snuck away with their dogs via active dough.
Her eyes were shining alike a thousand diamonds,
only in my fantasies and distant islands.
One time, I had an incredibly affectionate heart.
It is torn, the seams burst, and explodes the dart.
Written: July 30, 2022
Simile Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Categories:
chignon, analogy, appreciation, confusion, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
I am so chagrinned
Why don't I ever recall?
The morning after the night
Before
.. Always
The rising
After the fall?
My chignon comes loose
Ebony, sun streaked vista
In slumberous eyes...
Arms akimbo, yawn of
Relief and delight
Lashes dilate
Crepiscular pain
Washed away by morning dew
Time and again this is the way
Pain and sufferings dissolve
When sunlight hits my world
Warms the blood inside my veins.
It is fantastic optics
Tripping on fantasy divine
Thr threshold of limitations
Surpassed
Into endless possibilities
Of another day divine
I step, i stumble I trip
And tumble
Over the line.
Categories:
chignon, allusion, appreciation, blessing, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Dawn
On-street
June rain hits
Kodom flower
To your fab chignon
Asthma Chases
Trance of hairs
In greets
Swoon
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
29.06.2021
Categories:
chignon, life,
Form: Ninette
Monsoon’s first raindrop
On the lips of sunflower
Dawn sun smiles softly
On your hair chignon
Dews of evaporation;
Candle greets twilight
Silence in the dark,
In the abode of moonlight
Spring river waters
I born, die, reborn
Redie in the fertile land
Flowers bloom for you
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
23.06.2021
Categories:
chignon, life, nature,
Form: Haiku
Raindrops of the monsoon
Touching thy lower lip to chin
By rolling, now, on the Kadamba flower
Dark blue clouds run in the bare chest of the sky
The sun in the opened emptiness; apathetically
Covers all your untold words
There are no other flowers on thy chignon
All in advance leaving for monsoon shower
For your coming step by step with rainy flower-
in that twilight
to bathe in the first raindrops
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
Categories:
chignon, how i feel, love,
Form: Free verse
o' this spring lives in this lane
and coming with enchanting heart,
here Jessamine flowers is cradling
peaceful conch-shell is calling the god of roses
fragrance of tuberose is chasing after beloved chignon
it’s the path of petals, of fragrances, of colors
both side of this lane the love lives in
the love Is waiting here
for me, for you, for both of us together
as the valentine
thorns!
nothing this is
on our together walking path
although this thorny path is endless
cause our love is
eternal alive being
to the path of resurrection day
under the SHADOW of ARSH-MOALLAH
THE SUPREME THRONE of GOD
no thorn, no sun burn can touch us as our DOOM!
LOVE is our ecstatic DOME
through this lane
without any pain
insane to sane
on the divine crane
we’ll live long as LOVING FAME
-February 12, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
chignon, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
not a wisp taller than four foot two
sporting mile high stilettos
her tossed bleached hair
way up high in a loose chignon
red dress tails that effortlessly
flow dreamily behind her
without missing a beat
'excuse me ~'
she winks and smiles
as she struts on by
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 2, 2018 for contest SHE WALKS POETRY sponsored by JULIA WARD
Categories:
chignon, beautiful, red, sexy, smile,
Form: Free verse
She is the queen of words who sits
Serenely at her desk and contemplates
How she can compose to show her wit
And put an end to their debates,
With all the tales she relates.
There was a time when her fecund mind
Whetted by the bloom of youth could bind
Her inspirations, to spin a yarn,
A touching tale so carefully designed
That life’s rhythm would her page adorn.
Her pen is poised, waiting for words
To sing her praise and clear her name.
Her chignon finds rest at her nape, silver cords
There bind. She dreams of fame –
Struck, she whispers ‘life can drive you insane.’
The pen falls plop, on her mahogany desk
She knows now there’s nothing left to risk
Except the stories that warm her heart
And it would only make her sick
If from her they should depart.
Categories:
chignon, people, words,
Form: Dizain
they wear it as Afros, locks, braids and curls
they wear them as wraps, as perms or relaxed swirls
a woman's crowning glory
in a chignon, a bun or a ponytail draping down
short, long, kinky or bushy all around
upsweeps, page boys, flips or straight as a board
wigs, weaves or extensions whatever they can afford
a woman's crowning glory
be it colored gray, black, brown, blonde or simply red
a woman's crowning glory, the hair on her head
Categories:
chignon, passion, people,
Form: Ode