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The Harem … Part 2

A place of sordid tales, a coven of jealousies

One’s misfortune, another’s joy

Oh, harems are sodden with plots

All are drawn in, willingly or coyly.
It’s taste turns oft to wormwood

Relish its waters are your own risk

Whatever pleasures are dished

Rest assured you’d be pissed.
Harems, a place of plots, sub-plots

Envies are shaped, talons sharpened

The happy, rendered sad,

The sad, raucously happy at other’s misfortune 
Men, thought powerful, brought low

Dignities ruined, egos bruised

Your ride today, another’s tomorrow

A place indeed best for vipers … Or is it?
(To be continued …)
© 25th September 2016. Adewale Adeniji.

The Harem … Part 1.

 

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.