Beauteous Woman
A beauteous woman I saw,
On one of my journey to the north,
Her eyes shone so bright like the sun;
In her arms I found a forte;
On her right hand is a map of beyond;
A luminous place for few to savor,
Where lovers meet by the Mediterranean pond;
Made of an ethereal ink of sacred flavor;
On her right feet is a Balearic poem,
Made of seven letters and is pure;
A poetry only from the goddess realm,
How long will I see you, so much to endure?
Then her voice came afloat,
With a timbre honed by Ibiza honeycomb,
So soothing like the sixteenth note,
Nostalgic I felt at the homely tone.
Gafar Odubote, “Beauteous Woman”, copyright 2019
A poem describing a women of a Spanish decent – from Ibiza – one of the Balearic islands in Spain; whom the writer met on one of his journey to the north.
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