A grain of lust, she’s chained to please
a watching buyer holds the keys
Anonymous behind his mask,
the man can take, he never asks.
Still slaves exist it never ceased.
The blame is hers — she’s such a tease
unless she’s veiled, a man can feast
Cause men are weak they cannot grasp
a grain of lust
She’s waiting in the icy breeze,
the naked slave from ancient Greece
yet still today though time has passed,
we chain our sisters for the tasks
of staying silent nude to be
a grain of lust.
Today Kerry challenge us at Toads to use a booktitle and replace a word to use it as a title of a poem. My choice was to use “A grain of wheat” and and change it to a grain of lust, I also missed Margret’s prompt yesterday with statues. I found the statue of the nude girl chained, and I could not help but to think of trafficking, and the way men are supposed to react on nudity. Also it was a while i wrote a rondeau. I will also link to Poetry Pantry.
October 18, 2014