All posts tagged: women

Tangle Deep

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‘You have a twig,’ he saysfingers already pickingat the knots and bramblesthorned in her hair.‘There’s a leaf caught,’powdery fragile in the blonde,whispers of skeleton,rib rack of split ends.‘Let me get that for you,’sharp syllables, blunt nails, loose strands and dandelion saprooted out from the scalp.‘Isn’t that better now,’no question, answer indisputable,pretty plastic petals painted whitefor the mirror to show. I’m in love with the piece of art above, so much so that I’m planning on buying a print of it after payday. Though I’m a little torn between this one and her piece ‘Sisters’. I’ll have to pick one and maybe allow myself a second at Christmas.

A Pygmalion Girl #WeekendWritingPrompt

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Why do that to yourself? Play around with perfection, even if it was only skin deep, and the smoothness of these curves turned your stomach at night, when dusk settles its hands either side of your hips, presses into the grooves where his tools worked you into beauty. Mounted you his sculpture for all men to see. Do you not appreciate how his love made you into a woman worth seeing?

Blood Always Comes With Birth #WeekendWritingPrompt

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How even when we whispered it there was someone shushing our small mouths with calloused fingers. Pressing the words back inside as if they were Ouranos horror struck but what we birthed in those terrible, unspeakable words. Filling our bellies with ideas we were not allowed to give life to. Until we burst from the ineffable and held it screaming before their faces. Made them look at what we’d made.  

Burning #Poem

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Found fuel in my anger and burnt like a star. Bright but bitter.   Still, it was beautiful, to be cloaked in fire.   A phoenix for you to pluck over and over until ash, then flame, over and over again, and again.   Until I ran out, grew volatile, beyond control. Singed you, a little.   Realised fear, on your face when I broke past your expectations.   Learnt burning eats you, from the inside out. Word of the Day: Fire 

#BalanceforBetter – Poem for #InternationalWomen’sDay

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Keep your balance and your wits grasped tight. Knot them between your fingers like purse straps when the street empties to darkness and even the lamplight does little to chase away shadows. There’s no rescuing dignity if you spill, heels caught in the rickets of this ladder we’ve built from the bones of those who wept behind closed doors. Emotion would prove them woman and that was weakness, still is in the eyes of some. So the weak gift their spines and prayers, hollow themselves into armour for the next generation, and the one after that, in a desperation that they will be the drop that tips the scales to even.  

‘A Love Sonnet For The Collective He’ – DVerse Poets Form Challenge

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I pretended not to hate you last night, knees pressed into your pelvis like stone fists, your cold, clever lips there against my wrist with promises you would make things alright once the morning at last brought home some light and you could show me why we must persist, how without you, I would barely exist, and why it was pointless for me to fight. But I kept count of those lies and those kisses. every feathered touch up, along my ire, and each time I should have taken your tongue when your arrogance stoked up this fire and told me I did not have strength to rise when you were the one crawling all along. Bjorn is hosting the first Poetry Form night of at the DVerse Poets Pub and he’s picked an old fling to throw up as the first challenge. While I played with sonnets years ago, I went off them in the same way I went off most fixed form poetry. However, anyone who’s been around this blog for the last …