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Valkyries of the IV Room
I could forgive
a lesser man than I falling in love with Magda:
columnar and battle-ready
her headdress mounted with fierce trophies
spits her words helas! Inshallah!
and quiet Sanaa
who holds the shielda lesser man might succumb
there is Beena who sings
and bobs her head sinks maiden-like to any softness
and Fatima-dragon’s-breast
hawk-beakwho glitters with armour
I would not meet her in tournament or fray
a handy fighting mate perhapswhile gentle Waki pities and smiles:
her darts are aimed at the vitalsBut Magda is a warrior princess
her strong hands weaker only than her glance:
doctors quake and acquiesce
yes sister they whisper
and withdraw
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6 comments:
I have so many images in my mind now!
Definitely would. If only for self-preservation - the usual motive, I believe!
A wonderful poem.
Quite the pantheon. Marvelous poem. Thank you.
Yes, images galore - will be back for another read!
Valkyries won't be denied!
I lke the last line.
I would say someone completely fearless or someone completely reckless.
Good poem Isabel
WV sultun
Reminds me of the 'Sultans Of Swing':)
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