Sheherezade's poetry and fiction page

Plain Jane Plain Jane, with dull brown eyes that stared blankly At the world, wondering why the sky was So blue when all she saw was black. Plain Jane, always wanted to have a baby someday, That would love her like none of the boys She loved could ever do. Plain Jane, Why were you so difficult to... Sign in to see full entry.

The Fetishes of the Low-born Tribes The smoky odor of singed hair hovers above my nose, And I stare above in horror. Swathed in the mummifying black robe of an acolyte, E ntering this ritual ignorantly, I wince as my curly tresses are transformed. They are smoothed to a perfect flatness With the... Sign in to see full entry.

The Un-sung Love Song Speaking softly in slow-motion, the words are pouring From your lips like musical notes. Your song calls me forth. La-la-la-la-la....No flute, no pipes. Just a simple baritone and a smile. I watch from my camouflaged hiding place, The wall of flesh that houses my spirit In a... Sign in to see full entry.

The Golden Age The world is rife with complication. Its spirit bleeds on concrete, countryside. Churches and synagogues suffer desecration. Child soldiers dodge gunfire, trying to hide. Epidemic swallows hoards of humanity, Pestilence sweeps its green scythe abroad. Young girls starve themselves for... Sign in to see full entry.

Food for Thought Shhh, baby… Hunger is the best sauce. But Mommy, what will I eat it with? Imagine a double-decker sandwich, A glass of cold chocolate milk. Can I pour as much as I want, Mommy? Sure, baby… I promise not to spill any, Mommy. I know it's just a big dream, but... No, baby. These... Sign in to see full entry.

A little blue lawn chair on the fire escape. Jars of clumsily molded clay, painted with All the zest of a Wednesday afternoon. Plants sit like cats, lazily sucking up sun Through green, sappy stem straws. Freckles dot your skin like tiny stars, And the sky I see in your eyes would Thaw a thousand... Sign in to see full entry.

Empty Nest There is an odd sound in this house. The sun sets and shadows settle into crevices, Dark spots that absorb mirth as well as sorrow. If you listen closely, it is there. There is a strange smell as well, that permeate s The rooms, the walls and all that stretches between. When we inhale we... Sign in to see full entry.

Caliente You were always so pompous. What you took for ethereal beauty I characterized as anorexia nervosa I refused to be your "mujer hermosa" and jiggle my curvy butt O n your lap like a contented dog or cat. Take it as you will, this game is over now. I would rather that the world call me a sow... Sign in to see full entry.

Cripple The pieces fit like a child's puzzle, Forced into place, yet not quite there. Your spine curves in like a fetus sleeping Soundly in anonymous pink bliss. The starched sheets brush against bare toes, And the ceiling fan brushes you insistently With feathery touches. A kiss. The window is... Sign in to see full entry.

Celestial Clouds cuddle together like children hiding under white woolen blankets. Their cerulean cradle rocks them all day Like their mother in her soft dress. Every morning it is a different color as she comes closer to their bed. Her hair rests on her breasts, burnished gold. Her cheeks are warm... Sign in to see full entry.