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RIVERS QUEEN
A million words systematically well constructed
Cannot begin to describe your facial cynosure;
Hair set in beautiful disarray,
Encroaching a little on a high forehead
And a crown of glory on your oral face.
Brows so straight then gently curved,
Meeting but not touching a perfect confluence.
Shading white eyes with pupils so black
Undulating in their fierce intensity,
Seeking the minds of men as easy as Elechi writes drama.
Shapely nose imposing in its aquiline feature,
Bridging the gap succulent, luscious lips;
Teeth sparkling exposed in that sweet dazzling smile,
Ear a great work of art, make earrings valuable,
Lean cheeks, high cheek bones…please I’m short of words.
Attempt to describe your beauty with words, damsel
Is an omission of some succulents of your perfected beauty.
The aura of your sophisticated bellies your simplicity.
You are indeed my Queen, our Queen; A real Rivers Queen.
Cannot begin to describe your facial cynosure;
Hair set in beautiful disarray,
Encroaching a little on a high forehead
And a crown of glory on your oral face.
Brows so straight then gently curved,
Meeting but not touching a perfect confluence.
Shading white eyes with pupils so black
Undulating in their fierce intensity,
Seeking the minds of men as easy as Elechi writes drama.
Shapely nose imposing in its aquiline feature,
Bridging the gap succulent, luscious lips;
Teeth sparkling exposed in that sweet dazzling smile,
Ear a great work of art, make earrings valuable,
Lean cheeks, high cheek bones…please I’m short of words.
Attempt to describe your beauty with words, damsel
Is an omission of some succulents of your perfected beauty.
The aura of your sophisticated bellies your simplicity.
You are indeed my Queen, our Queen; A real Rivers Queen.
Published 9th Oct 2012
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9th Oct 2012 8:55am
I felt the flow in stanza one,two and three with a feeling that the whole theme would describe the features in a beauty,but it went flat in four as the narrator gives up on the ordeal and decides to express an overwhelming feel of exhaustion. To this I find unfitting but I must state that I love the metaphorical expression in stanza two, line 5. I felt the height of intense expression as I happen to enjoy Elechi Amadi's plays too.
In all you gave your best and it gives a rewarding read.
Nice write,
Warmly ossy
In all you gave your best and it gives a rewarding read.
Nice write,
Warmly ossy
