A Woman’s Tongue

Kerry wants to put the “mini” back into the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ Sunday Mini-Challenge. She asks for poems written in no more than ten lines. Here is my wee offering:

“A Woman’s Tongue”

Tenacious and nimble,
with edges that sculpt life
and cut anything unwanted,
a woman’s tongue.

History has tried (in vain)
to tame it, to tie it down, to hush all
the desires of a woman’s tongue;

but none can still
a woman’s tongue,
only her.

linked to Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 290)

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Crab Apple Love

I love myths and adore love. So when Sanaa’s Prompt Nights asked for myth in poetry, I went digging for a poem I wrote a few weeks after my Piano Man and I got handfasted. It has a bit of Psyche and Eros, of crab apples and Silver Lake, of cyberspace in New York… and of love.

“Crab Apple Love”

Our lust tale
burst out of cyberspace
high on crab apple permeated words.
Psyche’s heart profiled us a match made in New York.
The light in his burnt honeying eyes
spoke to my flesh and soul…
to my brain:
“Eros’ consort hides things,
but myth says she lies not to sisters.”
We kissed lore, said “I do” and boarded life’s ferry.
Hand-in-hand we sail our Silver Lake,
sharing crab apple love
and secrets.

Crab Apple Lovemy Piano Man and I collecting the crab apple branches we used to make handfasting favors

Triquain Swirl Poem: created by joining stanzas together on the seventh line, eliminating the second 3 syllable line and the space between stanzas. The finished stanza will stand at 13 lines and may be repeated thereafter. 3 – 6 – 9 – 12 – 9 – 6 – 3 – 6 – 9 – 12 – 9 – 6 – 3
*originally published here*