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
In arrogance and ostentation
Self-centred like the raven
Whose chicks must fend for themselves
From the moment they are hatched
A soul out of season
To superior argument
A tendency for an ignoble end.
(c) Chris Jibero.
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