Monday 15 December 2014

WHO SHALL KISS THIS MAID

Who shall kiss this maid
once for this she was paid
for long her tide was in the high
but now no wares to trade
like a flower, she’s wilted.

Who shall kiss this maid
a veritable courtesan
glossy and silken-haired at prime
now but a bag of grime,
wrinkled and withered like age
the younger ones have taken over
 it’s a vicious circle they’ve got.

Again who shall kiss this maid
she’s as a ball that has lost its bounce
doomed for what they were
doomed more for what they are.

Who shall kiss this maid
you perhaps but not me
faces coloured like billboards
advertising a fight long lost
skin marked and stretched thin
arid, parched and worn
soiled pores of her rotten fruits
so soiled they’ll defy redemption.
Oluwole

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