The Heiress Poem by Thabani Khumalo

The Heiress

Rating: 5.0

I looked at her as she at me.
I blushed alone and looked away.
For a second there the world was still;
That stagnant flair for the moment's thrill.
My heart I gave for the klepto's steal.
That moment's twist was the view of kill.

She glittered gold from sole to crown.
The ride she owned was classed and heired
And the guards about were tough and stern
But her home for me it was open still
And a scented breeze was of flowers bloomed.

The view of wealth revived my shame
Which across the ages have remained the same
By the wizard's hand that have dealt me spells,
May his soul in hell be eternally damned!

But the world she owned and its holding poles
And that is known to be of god
So fear crept up my coward spine
And then I ran to the endless road
Where fear is fright and god is man -
Where my life is right and my dignity is stalled.

The Heiress
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lamentation
Denis Mair 15 January 2020

I have returned to this poem several times. Your trepidation gives you insight into your own motives; your shyness pays tribute to regal femininity. She made you feel cleansing fear and saw the human side of godliness. This is an encounter of innocence with innocence, transcending the social gulf.

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Adolf Baloyi 23 June 2017

Thanks Thobani for sharing this with us. Nice poem.

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Phumla Khanyile 13 January 2016

You sure can tell a story in lines and stanzas...i like!

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 December 2015

Nice work with the muse of love and life. Thanks for sharing.

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Thabani Khumalo 17 December 2015

thank you. now, can you please rate me a 10

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