Woman of the Night

An older poem

Look at her, is she disgusting?

She flaunts her assets like a saleswoman.

Her hair flips like a wave in the wind,

Her eyes capture you in their hooks,

Her curves are a challenge, like a road

in the mountains that you must race through

without crashing.

 

Yet so many have had her. Under her

enchantment they fall into the sheets, entwined.

She leaves them soon after, it's like tasting

the finest wine in the world and finding out it

was the last bit of it. They act as if they

conquered her, not the other way around.

 

Sure, she can’t brag of a gorgeous

boyfriend that loves and comforts her.

Yet she has wings that are not clipped,

a tank of gas she can fill and go with

wherever she so pleases. She is not

trapped in one place at parties. She is not

one of the ones in the background.

She is brilliant, so colorful, while

you bask in the shadows of the night.

 

She is an independent woman.

She rules her own body, no one owns

her. She becomes a goddess of delight,

her touch burns and sizzles them.

She is a rose among daisies,

she is purple amongst yellow,

she is the lone cloud that rules the

sky in the summertime.

 

That is… until it catches up with her.

There is one night-

a handsome figure enters. She picks

him as her nightly treat, but finds

he will not have her. She is too easy.

No challenge anymore. It was all

an illusion.

 

At first she is the butterfly amongst

a sea of moths, until you see her broken,

scattered wings. She may possess color,

but it is dull, rusted, flaking apart.

Author's Note

Written in my younger college years. I think I was a freshman. I wanted to try to portray how all women, promiscuous or not, are beautiful and broken in differing ways.

Reviews

[Iota]

No one can conquer them all, all of the time. However one rejection seems to cancel out multiple victories. It is true men like to think they conquered her and most times it is her who conquered him so brilliantly that he believes he is the conquer. I don't know why there is that double standard where women who are more promiscuous can be considered not a challenge or less than while a man is considered the opposite for the same thing. To me an experienced lover is so much better than a inexperienced one. I like this write it is true on multiple ends and it makes us think!

[Jennifer Pennington]

very well written. powerful and provocative!

[José Humilde]

Well, I'm not so good with free verse...I've been wanting to make one, but I am too scared, haha.

I won't lie...I've had this poem on my mind since you posted it. I was thinking about what to say, but nothing came up.

I like all your descriptions, imagery is great. I was thinking about the part about tasting the finest wine in the world and finding out it was the last bit of it. I was thinking, "Well ain't that a b***h!" haha

My favorite part is "her curves are a challenge..." FAN-TAS-TIC!!!

woman is beautiful! :D

-JH

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Every heart can be captured by love, even the most wildest... why men go for a woman like that in the first place is the challenge plus dangerous can be fun... but again all it takes is one person to turn them around.

[just rose.]

This is a very perceptive commentary on the paradoxes inherent in women's power or lack thereof. She's independent, but she defines herself through men, but she doesn't let anything really touch her - and we don't know whose challenge is more potent here, hers or the mens'. What emerges is a sense of sadness and resignation that arrives from trying to play a role that is too limiting for the spirit that embodies it. Excellent.

[deeps]

She flaunts her assests like a saleswoman
I like that line i thought it was cute.
This is a wonderful write.