A Mad Black Woman
A stark burly bulk-
And a plump waist
Of obese chasing upper halve.
You may fear her; the sullen-stained eyes
A sneerful squarish face freckled
Sporadically.Brusque lips retreating firelines,
Two prancing arms toilful and stout abdomen
Stetching a hueful jacket-
Then dropingly eery
Yet expected
A swording lower half with pale ankles,
Rather gaunt legs.A stern creation!
Shrieking guttural
At vivid dawn dreamful
A breaking call ending sleep.
Then steady with a grumbling machine;
Whirling and twisting clothes
And when cleansed,hushly disposing
The filthy water to a bucket-
And unsurprisingly bold
Wheeling the quagmire water
With a noisy barrow bumping.
On a broad daylight crossing with a barrow
To a neighbour frontyard-
A thrust of metal arms
The grimy thud of filthy water
Scrawling mireful upon the turf;
It is an open secret:the very neighbourhood
Cock discreetly and advertently look away.