They fill her grave up with hindsight.
Shift the weight of blame
to keep her bones in the mud,
her soul buried under reasoning,
as if the stake wasn’t enough
they must reform her a monster.
Imagine her rising
half clothed in skin,
ribcage a broken casket
heart still guttering
not all the way extinguished.
That way her howling can be dismissed
as nothing more than yes, yes, yes.
Who missed a day of NaPoWriMo, not me that’s for sure. The Day Six prompt was “Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.”
I decided to follow on from Day Five, and chose the last line from the Fiona Benson poem that inspired me, “The woman is blamed” (from [Not Zeus: Medusa I] – ‘Vertigo and Ghosts’).
Carol J Forrester 
Powerful imagery, Very creative writing. Nicely done! Bravo!🙏
This is a very interesting poem, Carol.
All too often, “she” is the monster because she is “she.” Very nice. I think I hear her howl.