Fault of the Eye and the Tongue

He was a stout little man,
scurrying about the office,
sniffing out faults,
throwing silly jibes everywhere.

One day his little eye caught
her ameliorating beauty.
It was not right, he knew.
He knew too that she knew.
But tempting fate, he said,
“Every day bringeth more
beauty to thy face!”
Shamed, she left,
never feeling safe.

He was a fat little chap,
pretending to own himself,
and the place to dwell.
He was silly, they all knew,
but stupid, he was not.

Yet one day, he caught sight
of glittering gold in her possession.
Could he resist the touch?
No? So, it was said,
“What this be?”
Admiring her things from afar
was forgiven,
but to touch without permission
was forbidden.

He was tall, dark, and handsome too.
Women swooned and blushed
in his presence, all wooed.
He had eyes for one
pretty thing, unapproachable.
So he stared and admired
her face, her body, her all.

Far away he was, but she felt
naked in his eyes.
Ashamed, she drew her walls
far up high.
Insecurities plummeting
from thousand feet on top;
her head pounding under
the pressure of the fall.

 

8 comments

  1. leefeller · April 9, 2014

    Nice…now I must look up to define… ‘ameliorating’ aside from the context.

    • anumshafique · April 9, 2014

      Thank you, it means that she wasn’t considered beautiful before, but she was becoming so with each day. 🙂

      • leefeller · April 9, 2014

        Considering my proclivity for Tequila this could suggest opening a bottle one is starts out not so fond of, it would become better with each sip. Thanks, having fun here, I enjoy semantics. Your poem painted a nice picture.

        • anumshafique · April 9, 2014

          Actually it really could, but of course that is not the context over here.
          Thank you so much for appreciating. 🙂

  2. randomrose · April 10, 2014

    Oh my golly, I have been missing so much here, don’t know what is happening. Really liked this one.

  3. Tanveer Rauf · December 3, 2014

    tale of human emotions, resistance and craving

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