exploring all her wide flung parts with zest
probing in motion sweeter far than rest
her secret thickets with an amorous hand:
and I have laughed disdaining those who banned
enquiry and movement, delighting in the test
of wills when doomed by Saracened arrest,
choosing, like unarmed thumb, simply to stand.
Thus, quixoting till a cast-off of my land
I sing and fare, person to loved-one pressed
braced for this pressure and the captor's hand
that snaps off service like a weathered strand:
-no mistress-favour has adorned my breast
only the shadow of an arrow brand
Posted By Ozioma Ogbaji
This is another poem I love for its theme and literary expressions. Click here for a synopsis.
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