At least let me make my will in peace.
Dead real estate over-worked, over-priced,
Help yourself freely to all my prickly shards,
Or folds of my wrinkles still unplumbed.
Though freely offered, will you ever take,
The fragments of fragrance that floral joy gave?
If tangible, substantial, is all that you want,
Out-dated gadgets that I didn’t use,
To dear, squabbling heirs, I bequeath.
Unbought paint, that layered not my skin,
Fake smiles, or lashes that never got to bat,
If my stingy views you so despise,
With months spent moaning on your precious loss,
Why complain now? ’coz you can well afford,
Greased fast food vouchers I chose to forgo,
Discreet high heels bought, but decided not to wear.
Tempting lottery pools I chose to ignore,
All justified complaints didn’t bother to make,
All cheeky cars that couldn’t cut across,
All fake sugary smiles I didn’t point out
Petals of my memories to whom can I leave?
All I resisted, bits of sugared grease,
Sterile smiles, were to coldness sacrificed.
Take your first pickings of misfortune’s cards,
Tunes in icy showers that were not hummed.
Trail after tears; get trapped in latticed lake?
Embark on experience, that was secluded cave,
My memory’s phantom you’ll have to haunt.
Stirred with regret, blues’ bitter juice,
Sipped with a petal of love’s lost wreath.
All the lost grease when my ego got thin.
Scraped by despair, my favourite door-mat.
My material peelings why fight to reprise,
Gleefully given to those with no sauce.
Why degrade granny when you fly abroad?
Flashy fake critics I preferred not to pare.
News sheets I didn’t iron, or fold just so.
Free perfume samples couldn’t bother to take,
All folks I didn’t tell how much they were a bore.
Wily women didn’t rebuff with make-up dross,
All strolls I didn’t take or walkabouts,
Mid dripping seconds that fall through time’s sieve.
Of Indian origin, Sultana Raza has a Master’s degree in English Literature. Her articles (on art, film, and humanitarian issues) have appeared in Flick Feast (UK), PopOptique (USA), Beyond Bree (an American MENSA newsletter), the Peter Roe Series (Tolkien Society UK), apertura, ensemble, Le Jeudi, Wort.lu, and paperjam in English and French. Raza’s poems have appeared in London Grip (UK), Literary Gazette (USA), Caduceus (Ed. Yale University, USA), Muse India, The New Verse News, and Catch and Release (Columbia’s online journal). Her fiction has received an honorable mention in Glimmer Train. Heaven’s Gate is due to be published in Entropy. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sultana.raza.7