A Striking Woman Poem by Naveed Akram

A striking woman with elaborate robes, plaited golden hair,
And various tattoos, stood with feet and toes like a hair.
This speech was of a soft voice, flowery and sweet
Like the primroses, and the ordinary roses so select.
This special beast of womanhood was a lady at heart,
Guiding you through the darkness of the present setting.
Next light flew into the dark healthy strife, with shooting of buds
And mysterious magical lanterns, wholly occupied with death.
The female bowed, and pierced the flesh of your right arm
And right leg, then the left arm and leg, a striking woman.
You were twisted to die in disgrace, that fled from the mists,
Only to appear with plain sight and honest insight.