An insubordinate word
for a woman scorned
Like an angry welt
...proof of god...
And the man-slayers.
It tastes like metal
Or a petulant child's plaything,
(Something I can't remember)
The barren trim, the dirty windows...
(I've lost my touch again)
Digging with furious nails
Embittered in the sense of reason
By everything holy
I have a right to know,
Whether I'm dreaming
or if this was real.
Please tell me what you think
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Powerful. Though I don't actually know what this is expressing in as much detail as gnosisonG I though it was well written, interesting and intruiging
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Of Archetypes Lost
Or at least generally forgotten by our patriarchal bias times, the Underworld Queen Erishkigal along with Nammu/Tiamat I find to be the most poignant.
After several readthroughs here and now I do sense Innana´s sister clawing at the dark spaces of our subconsciousness in your words. Rather too vague for this dunderskull to interpret beyond the reflection of misogyny portrayed I´m afraid, though a personal affront is more than hinted at. I would like to see/hear/read more. Does this cry out for more clarity perhaps? But then confusion/doubt seems an essential part of the poem.
Many lines, however, stand out:
"Like an angry welt
...proof of god..."
And an evil one at that!
"(I've lost my touch again)
Digging with furious nails"
Most vivid!
"Whether I'm dreaming
or if this was real. "
On one resonant level dreams are exceedingly real. Especially deviant soma.
I think your write deserves the cogent perusal of our peers at scarepoetry (by which I mean to convey a compliment hopefully worthy of the piece).
Cheers
gG
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