Each woman is a jumble sale
a riotous clash of
obsolete cassettes
that hold nostalgic value
holey socks and too-small
suede jackets that would look good
if only…if her body were…
(still, the thought of looking fly in it
was worth every penny.)
And you, male browser,
scanning through her
chipped gravy boats
scuffed pumps
retro plastic sunglasses
that still make her grin to wear them
– but really, how much cargo
can this camel lug around? –
you, oh male peruser,
have the choice whether to scorn
her history of bad taste and saunter
off in search of more impressive tat
or
to riffle patiently through her EPs
and cheesy paperbacks
(remembering that this is just the junk
she’s willing to show the public)
and chance upon that rare 1880s
engraved silver compass
she was always looking for
someone to give to
and the glow in your eyes
appreciating it
turns all the trinkets into treasure
at the feet of a queen.
Don’t you see, oh male desirer?
It is your admiration
that draws out her beauty.
She see your delight
and opens the box
hidden under the foldout table
full of more wondrous things
the ones she didn’t want to muddle up
with the broken fake Rolexes.
Don’t you see, oh male
seeker of the sublime?
She embodies it
when she feels your awed gaze
lighting her up in a corona.
Just as He said,
“I am in the opinion of My servant”,
want only this Beauty
and she will dazzle you with it.
Love her
and she will give you
reason to.
Love this. 😊
Thankyou!
Oh my. Totally love this, Medina! “It’s your admiration that draws out her beauty.” ❤
I’ve never heard of a woman referred to as a jumble sale before! What an inventive, fun and above all hilarious poem!
Thankyou Luca, glad you found it amusing =D
wow this is an amazing poem, a beautiful statement of how it works for us women..wish every (muslim especially) husband would read this. it’s the husbands who get to see all the jumble…and they who have this choice you speak of….
so many turn away from the clutter and complication and fail to find the treasure in it all.