The Other Woman

Like a nymph on heat

She stole kisses

That were not hers


Like a Herodias

She mocked him

Who was not hers


Like a glass shattering

Into splinters

She broke a heart

That was not hers


And caused the tears

Of the wee ones

To flow copiously

From bewildered eyes


And with ugly

Unfeeling hands

She caused the death

Of the exquisitely tendered


Because they were not hers


Faithless, thy name is woman

You who is the other woman

In a faithless marriage

(This is my muse at work, and not a castigation against women who might otherwise find themselves as the Other Woman)

Copyright Β© Celestine Nudanu


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