Never a Wife

 “NEVER A WIFE”

I've seen thy own grave mirrored 

A maidservant blows a kiss in the direction of the northwest dock 

The 16th century toys I lost were trapped inside of a 1988 Sophocles film starring Lana Jordan also known as superior Black womanhood
My soul dons a silvery fabric that drapes over my shoulder and on my head the Gods placed a metal  circlet upon my locks that are ashen brown and wild

I stand foremost in the temples of the shocking Muse whose skin was a sun-kissed brown color 

I was born of Grecian demi-gods mingling with veiled clouds in Ghana
I am heavy with murdered doubt
Where is my husband?

Through Hera’s blessing a child of Hermes is born
We should have met before

A lightning bolt from Zeus darts toward a maligned Liberal Arts College  
On this inner-city night that bleeds in red
Oh useless woman, stop your crying for he is dead!
Stop your tears.

In the dark, a wall to wall WWII dream machine invents itself in 1971 in the politics of the constellation of the balance

It sits far off on a foggy embankment in Prague speaks in lost languages printed on a piquant microchip

India

In 1979 a middle aged ambassador dreamt of a foreign queen inside of a poisonous lotus flower

Sitar music fades

The woman of the swirling veils and brown skin rides near the sands of the shoreline of an exotic palace bathed in sunlight, the air was sultry and hot,thick with the scent of resin wafting through ancient religious temples, as she was carried away by men wearing fine draping tunics in a shrouded palanquin 

She dreamt of Raja 9,000 times

Lying about your other crimson women who drank from defiled cups masked as intellegencia while pregnant

While my song is playing alongside demons I fear in Rome among the Sumerians and in Babylon
I am out of my grave and my lips are veiled
Jasmine petals fall while stringed instruments cry
Her eyes are watching
Why are your two faces shrouded in blackness?

I have no wealth of gold and you slapped me to the ground of a barren land
My frizzy long coils blow across the pale blue sky that broods
Now I’m mounted upon my gray horse during humidity of summer as the sun is setting in the skies of Crete 

I waited for him by the water and he abandoned me
I tremble in solitude, I know my worth
Never a wife

By Tiffany Haty