Sheikha

Sheikha

Inured to tribal carousal, she spurns

the dinning ado of caravaneers

glutting their paunches with handfuls

of rice spiced with cardamom

and lubricating their gullets

with nips of anisette or absinthe.

 

She is quarantined by custom

and glad of it, wearied by the prate

of nomads cloying and crapulous,

whose inebriety displeases her tastes

and whose tawdry bawdry

is an offense to her refinement.

 

Though her husband contends that

houses are the graves of the living,

she disdains the waterless backwater

they now call home, pining instead

for more cultivated environs where

aspirations, not just appetites, are satisfied.

 

On such nights she dresses her tresses

with pomatum and nurses dreams

of reciting verses before rapt crowds

lauding her poise and prowess

and demanding repeat performances,

admitting her indispensable presence.

 

About The Author

Brandon Marlon is a writer from Ottawa, Canada. He received his B.A. in Drama & English from the University of Toronto and his M.A. in English from the University of Victoria. His poetry was awarded the Harry Hoyt Lacey Prize in Poetry (Fall 2015).

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