Nothing More
She sliced
into their friendship
as a knife invades the mellow
of cheese, binding lifeless
to a one-sided
scalpel, sharpened blade.
Like the lip of an iceberg
smirks, while masquerading a titanic
terror awaiting, she pantomimed wit,
like Persephone
so clung, knew not how best
disengage, an ego
inflated so, emboldens.
Like a hawk fallen, taking
thermal winds
for granted, civility
such as hers belittled all,
disguised a tiny aperture for
such parity to exist
such, foolish deeds as she
brandished, like Hermes, believed
such deceit, betrayed just one.
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Dr. Blanche Kabengele
Blanche Saffron Kabengele studied Cultural and Intellectual History and holds a PhD in Educational Studies from the University of Cincinnati. She is the author of Quiet as It’s Kept, MeToo, and Other Poetic Expressions of Life, Xlibris Publishers and Conjugal Relationships of Africans and African Americans: A Socio-Cultural Analysis, The Edwin Mellen Press. Her poems have appeared in East Fork - A Journal of the Arts, For a Better World, Verse-Virtual, W-POESIS, The Rockford Writers Guild and WILLAWAW Journal. Blanche is now retired and lives in Cincinnati with her husband Peter, where she enjoys travelling and engaging poetry.
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