Nita Penfold
come to me hard-fisted
with mean mouths
they are not polite ladies
will not be still
they won't stay where I put them
nor keep my secrets.
I heir red-rough hands,
their ready grins
the way they yank and unravel
my bindings, and won't let me sleep
until they loose my soul.
From Claiming the Spirit Within: A Sourcebook of Women's Poetry edited by Marilyn Sewell,Beacon Press, 1996.Poetry Friday is hosted this week at Live. Love. Explore.
12 comments:
I really, really love that, Susan. Thank you for sharing.
"come to me hard-fisted/with mean mouths" - that is just beautiful. Thanks for sharing this one.
Wow that is powerful!
Oooooh, this poem will be a hit today with the all the poets reading it. Thanks for sharing!!
Thanks all for reading and commenting.
usually I insist that I'm in control when I write, but this poem is too true...sometimes what comes is hard, ugly, unrelenting...great poem!
You've made pain beautiful. Well done.
I really enjoyed this, thanks.
Oh yes!
They can be hard-fisted, but they grin. I like that in a poem that unravels my bindings!
Hi everyone, glad you like this. I'm pretty sure all the published poetry I have posted is from collections I actually own. My largest collection is poetry.
this is an awesome poem. The thing I like best about Poetry Friday is finding new poets I've never encountered before. So thank you for sharing this one.
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