Yasmeen Khan

Desdemona....“a Most Exquisite Lady” - Poem by Yasmeen Khan

A spirit so wild, adventurous and free
A lady of character and mind was she
When she spoke, her words never sway
Found her love in a man black and in grey
Enamoured of tales of the Moore’s bravery
Beguiled was she and won by chivalry
A generous hostess, a dutiful wife
Enjoyed the bliss, with sincere strife
Drowned in passion, basked in fidelity
Committed herself to his love wholly
‘Sweet soul’ kept her lord’s first token
As dear as heart in her lovely bosom
But a web poisonous by the monster was woven
Never did she betray nor ‘a perjured woman’
An innocent soul bitten by jealousy
Wronged by a villain mean and lowly
Scorpions born, fondness blew to heaven
Bloody thoughts, vengeance engraven
How he robbed the jewel Iago the ‘nature’s plague’!
Love’s moon eclipsed and all became vague
Othello, the moor of Venice no more the lord to her
Once a wooer turned into an unholy lover
She in her bed in arms of sweet slumber
And he bent upon quenching the ‘flaming minister’
She begged and prayed for her innocence
But he had a heart with stone in essence
How cruelly her ‘balmy breath’ was smothered
Desdemona, a pearl pure, pristine lost her luster

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this when I read 'Othello' third time. I've been ever fascinated by Desdemona's character, the very desirable and prized young woman of all Shakespearean heroines.

Comments about Desdemona....“a Most Exquisite Lady” by Yasmeen Khan

  • Gold Star - 4,731 Points Valerie Dohren (4/14/2013 2:45:00 PM)

    Wonderful Jasmeen, very inspired write. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,483 Points Shahzia Batool (4/13/2013 12:22:00 PM)

    Desdemona - the virtue-incarnate...is truly depicted...it is quite credible for a capable writer to conceive something of his/her own at one or two readings about a character...

    She begged and prayed for her innocence: ...

    O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!
    Down, strumpet!

    Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!

    Nay, if you strive-

    But half an hour!

    Being done, there is no pause.
    But while I say one prayer!

    It is too late.
    - - - - - - - -
    He stifles her (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,543 Points Saadat Tahir (4/12/2013 12:45:00 PM)

    lovely ballad like
    loved reading it....

    the rhymes could have been better worked....but that does not detract from the beauty of the rendering

    good job
    :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 4, 2013

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