In May 2016 my collection “The Art of Living” won the poetry prize for the Atlantic Writing Competition ( now Nova Writes). Here is one of the poems from the collection, Queen.
Tonight she feels like a queen
Round belly deep in sudsy coconut cream
The soapy scent of luxury
Should have bought them clean out of this bubble bath
Half off it was half off
And at that price why not indulge
in the fluffy collar of royalty
Or every night?
Hot as her faithful thighs can handle,
Pure water ,
infused with coconut soap and calloused feet,
laps over the crescendos of her skin.
Steam rises as if to honor her presence
like wedding confetti pausing mid-air for a photo
This is lavish living.
And tonight, she is not thinking
of mopping the overflow.
“The help will get it.” She laughs,
“Let it splash”
Shape-shifting subs kiss her coils as she slides further
into liquid sanctuary
She tilts her head back
and bubbles mark where her crown should be.
The extra fifteen pounds that cling to her frame
are nowhere to be seen this evening.
They must have finally taken a break.
She doesn’t mind;
They work so hard to protect her.
In this palace, she is lightweight.
You can’t bottle such opulent living
or so one would have thought.
But someone did,
and she got it half off!
When she emerges from her aquatic serenade,
she looks down and sees a royal ring.
The others will know
The queen was here.
© Abena Amoako-Green 2016