Another Song of Scheherazade
A thousand nights and one
I have knelt by your side,
Enchanting you with tales
Of strange lands far away
So you may forget
Your vicious intentions.
A thousand nights and one
I have anticipated each blow,
All thundering sounds of torment,
Flesh beating upon flesh.
A thousand nights and one
I have tasted copper on my lips,
Scarlet drops making patterns
Delicately flowing down skin
The color of weak coffee.
A thousand nights and one
I have done your bidding,
My self-proclaimed king!
You do not wear a crown
Yet rule my mind, heart and body.
So this night,
I say good bye.
I will not be imprisoned
In this beautiful cage
You have built for me.
I will not close my eyes,
So I do not see the fire
Blazing in yours.
I will not hide behind
Color and love and stories
Of faraway lands
For I am not the condemned Scheherazade
And you are not my Sultan.
So this night
I will tell you,
I am not,
I am not,
I am not
Who you want me to be.
wow! i really really like this! beautiful!
Really impressive! I like how you’ve built up an emotion all throughout the poem and I simply love the end. Awesome!
Beautiful! I like the idea of the not imprisoned Scheherazade.
Thanku for the comment on my poem, you are a talented writer too.
Well thought out and framed, however one can take a number of meanings out of it. If that was intentional it is brilliant.
A good poet is one who appeals to the sensibilities of different types of readers.