The rivalry of the harem, benefits who?
He has the pick of the litter, doesn’t he?
That poisonous jostle, all that treachery
Who does it really avail?
They rule his roost, strutting supple behinds
He, lord of his manor, conqueror of sundry escort
Unquestionable Duke of the fattening cortèges
But who does it really favour?
Not the flesh pressed … not all the time
Nor the flesh that presses? Nay, not always
Who doth best say, “I am well served”?
The question, my friends comes in bundles
Yea, bundles of heart a flutter but broken – yes
In swathes of finery well-worn but shorn – oh yes
Assortments of fine leather, all worn out! – well, yes!
No bazaar or boom for Solomonic harems. Or is there? …
(To be continued …)
© 24th September 2016. Adewale Adeniji.