She Poem by Chris Jibero

My congealed stony balm
Steely as a reinforced beam
A stiff-necked lass
A queen without a kingdom
Sitting always on her high horse
Decked in riotous colours
Horse and rider one and the same
Identical twins
In arrogance and ostentation

Disturbingly pig-headed
Self-centred like the raven
Whose chicks must fend for themselves
From the moment they are hatched

A soul out of season
Neither bending
To reason
Nor yielding
To superior argument
A tendency for an ignoble end.

(c) Chris Jibero.