scrupulous maid
content, playful face
balanced poverty
ultramarine touch
bread baked right
blushing thoughts
rolled up sleeves
neglected arms
damped window
agreeable fate
Categories:
milkmaid, art,
Form: Free verse
Felix Nnamdi Obiekwe
Kindirimu Maid
Morning after morning I wait for her
For she must come from the Plains
Beyond the thousand Sandy dunes
I wait too for her melodious tunes
Composed amidst squeezing and squirting of Udder.
I wait too for her ware, the creamy Kindirimu.
I wait because, without it what else have I got?
She never fails even if the Sahara conducts congress
You must see her adorning her bright skimpy dress
Whether the plains are burning or chilling
There is often a calabash bowl upon her head
And a million accompanying fly's which I suspect
Are more enthralled than I am
This milk maid is a bundle of smiles
The eyes glittering like stars on a hazy sky
Infecting my mood even in miles.
Each time, I behold her I knew that somethings never lie.
Categories:
milkmaid, africa, appreciation, beauty, feelings,
Form: Light Verse
Limerick : Once a dainty Milkmaid with hands like lead
Once a dainty Milkmaid with hands like lead
Milked a cow whose one eye was painted red:
She woke up terrified
Thought Dali Pasteurized:
Felt upturned moustache growing through her head!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
milkmaid, fantasy,
Form: Limerick
Only a spark…a
lantern glow…but oh, what it
Did to Chicago!
Categories:
milkmaid, animals, history, natural disasters,
Form: Senryu
.
I took her by her fine
callused hand
I lead her to the stream
fifty yards below
I undressed her
and not with my eyes
with each digit
Her gestured poise
I wanted intensely
I did beseech her
to
bathe
Categories:
milkmaid, passion,
Form: Free verse