Woman, Thou Art Loose

Behold, the loose woman

Her beauty and pride is likened to that of a peacock

Her eyes shimmering like thunder light

Her lips like a snake and tasty as honeycomb

Her neck like the tower of ivory

Her hair like that of a mermaid

Her breast as succulent as a fresh fruit in summer

Bejeweled in gold, precious stones and pearls                         

Perfumed with myrrh

In the twilight

She swaggers

Like a roaring lion

Seeking the attention of all men

Or should I say, all loose men.

Flee! All men of the city

For she has come

Never drink of the wine of her fornication

Never decline to her ways or the flattering of her lips

She has destroyed many homes

Yet she has failed to build one

Her beauty is vanity

Women, be on the alert

For she has come

Never decline to her ways

Her ways are painful pleasures

Put on your veil of virtue

Gird your loins with love

And wage war against the loose woman

By Paschaline Nchedo Chukwuka