I want to wrap my mouth around the globe
As if it were a stripy sweet and me,
A hungry child.
I want to eat the trees. The cars. The cities.
To sip the oceans like a drowning woman, desperately,
Trying to grab a gasp
But i’m, bad at drowning
( I love life too much!)
So I cough water, like a tubercular mother, trying
To hide the blood.
And from my choke-hold-of-a-breath comes The Things of Dreams
Racy-red-satin-dresses and Hawaiin-black-pearl-necklaces
Peace lily corsages, Diana diamond tiaras, lace lingerie.
The sort of clothes and jewels goddesses should wear
On the days they help make worlds.
My World Made New
Has kowhai’s slapping the world yellow,
Sugar cookies dusted with glitter in the shapes of tiny silver stars
And women, naked, as at the end of a strip show.
But this is not dirty entertainment.
This is life.
In My World snakes are curled like medusa wigs around the bald skulls
Of the chemotherapy women with cut-off breasts.
Eden is the name of a perfume brand by a silver-lashed celebrity.
And apples are collected to be cut and stewed
For The Winter
When even the heart of The World
This is a poem I wrote about what it means to me to be a woman desperately trying to find things that hold her steady and safe feeling inside herself in a Crazy World.
It uses imagery from fairy tales and folklore (The Drowning Woman, Blood as a transformative substance, words of Goddesses and the The Symbol of The Apple where it signifies love as well as danger.)
It is what I term in my personal lexicon as a ‘Release and Wretch’ poem. One I wrote quickly with few edits and where it served as a record of a train of thought as I tried to get a feeling of un-comfortability free from inside myself.
The title ‘Consummation’ refers to the completion of a ritual mind frame and the end of one way of seeing yourself in The World and the ushering in of another.