That was not all they spoke of her
in rippling recesses of anarchy.
They marked her a heroine;
a silver-tongued rebel with
words like daggers at her belt.
They eyed one another edgily,
unsure of whether to throw her down like a beast
or worship her like the goddess that she is.
The ignorant stake her for a hammerhead,
the arrogant for a spotted hyena,
the wise for a sly red fox,
but I know what creature she really is.
She is the love-child of an Orangutan
and a Bonobo, and her head shakes
when she laughs.
Enticing poem Janey, I very much enjoyed the read. Good title and great first line. I am sure I would be like a beast and I do see the sly red fox. Your poem aroused all my senses execpt I could not smell that musky Monkey woman.
Peace and Blessings
7 years ago
by Tara Kay
A great poem,
I liked the imagery and it seems to fit well to Abby,
a lovely way to describe a great poetess,
what a brilliant ending too