“Queen of Sheba” is a poem in flux…movement. I published it in the new edition of “A Seasoning of Lust”, published in mid December, 2016, by Amazon.com. I’ve changed it a bit here, and I believe many poems can be revised, rewritten. I tried for rhythm in the beginning and found it hard to sustain.
Lady Nyo
Queen of Sheba
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She walked right by me,
The Queen of Sheba
Black skin glinting like steel in the sun.
Proud breasts topped with prouder nipples
Black cherry rubies jutting east to west.
Spangled turban hits the North Star
Jeweled feet tramples South Pole beneath,
All space guarded by curved, sharp fangs,
Such dangerous territory–alien ground.
Tattooed ribbons down sinuous arms
Black snakes born with sensuous intent.
Hot sun glances off gold-tipped teeth–
Shot of mystery tween mahogany lips,
Rarely a smile– more of a sneer.
Kohl eyes flashing steady disdain,
Measuring decayed urban jungle
From cracked sidewalks littered
With broken shards of broken lives,
Burnt out neon signs,
Tumbled pool halls,
Violence growing—
Like kudzu in the night.
I offered the most honeyed of fruits,
Celestial music of spinning spheres,
Jewels of priceless glowing stars,
Captured in baskets for her fondling,
Brought to earth to surround with
Undeniable majesty-
An aura of delight,
Honor,
Cosmic glory.
Ah, Cruel Queen of Sheba!
No glance in my direction.
Obviously other fish to fry,
Plenty of empires to plunder–
Though I promised the
Wealth,
Splendor,
Fame,
And the Wisdom of Solomon.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2017, from “A Seasoning of Lust”, published December, 2016, by Amazon. com.
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January 26, 2017 at 9:27 pm
Love this Jane, I can see this stately woman.. the contrast between her royal appearance and the grit of neon is perfect.
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January 26, 2017 at 10:07 pm
You have shared a treasure with us here. I especially love the third stanza, the intensity of description and then…”Rarely a smile– more of a sneer.”
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January 26, 2017 at 10:27 pm
Thank you, Mish. I have been trying to improve the rhythm in this poem, but can’t get it going after the first three line…can’t sustain it. Thank you for your very kind comment and of course, for reading this poem.
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January 26, 2017 at 10:28 pm
Thank you, Bjorn. This is one poem that I think I will be always revising, trying to get the rhythm back. Thank you for reading and your kindly comment.
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January 26, 2017 at 10:52 pm
I love these sections:
“Proud breasts topped with prouder nipples
Black cherry rubies jutting east to west.”
“All space guarded by curved, sharp fangs”
“Tattooed ribbons down sinuous arms”
“Kohl eyes flashing steady disdain,
Measuring decayed urban jungle”
“I offered the most honeyed of fruits,
Celestial music of spinning spheres,
Jewels of priceless glowing stars,
Captured in baskets for her fondling”
Oh my. I am completely captivated.
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January 27, 2017 at 12:26 am
lol! Thank you, Iris! for reading and your lovely comment.
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January 27, 2017 at 12:53 am
A great scene you paint…the lady comes through shining and strong.
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January 27, 2017 at 12:54 am
Thank you, Thotpurge. I think I know here down here. Or a number of Queens of Sheba.
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January 27, 2017 at 2:04 am
Oh I like this! Reminds me of Margaret Mitchell in the best way!
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January 27, 2017 at 2:23 am
LOL! You are probably one of the few who know who she is. But THANK YOU very much.
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January 27, 2017 at 2:54 am
Love the details and the character of the woman…wow!
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January 27, 2017 at 3:50 am
I am impressed with your energy and drive and ability to channel it through strong poetry. Glad she visited the urban jungle!
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January 27, 2017 at 12:02 pm
What a luscious woman, Jane, with her ‘Black cherry rubies jutting east to west’, spangled turban and jewelled feet! I love the ‘Kohl eyes flashing steady disdain’ – what an attitude!
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January 27, 2017 at 2:35 pm
She’s got attitude to spare. Thanks, Kim
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January 27, 2017 at 2:36 pm
Thank you, Nan. You never know where she might show up.
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January 27, 2017 at 2:37 pm
She’s not milquetoast! Thank you, Grace.
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