A vagina rests,
tired of creation
and captured prayers;
a Venus flytrap,
moist thinking labia
cover heaven's wink.
Give me mirrors,
give me maps.
Virginia in a
box, turning cards
for my life,
give me time.
I drove all
night to find
my child. Will
I be invited
to the sound?
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7 comments:
This is great!
I'm looking forward to seeing the directions that everyones' minds take this.
"Virginia in a box" is so much more open to interpretation than "The making of Eve"
This piece is certainly a world away from my vision! Some day I'll have the guts to start a poem with a vagina :)
Hi Birdie
Very strong piece. Enjoyed!
Chris
I love it so much I'm not even going to try & write one. Good poem! Love the unpredictability of the ending. Great full lines. Not a lax line to found. You nailed the box.
Thank you so kindly, Erin, Chris, and Lorna! I am grateful for your comments.
Erin, LOL, I think a talk I had last week with my eight year old about the facts of life kind of drove this poem in some way.
Ha! That really layers the meaning of it for me, Birdie. Great poem! I almost want a prefatory dedication. Maybe not. It certainly stands on its own. But it makes me honored to be a member of this Café & get the inside scoop on the cream.
Birdie,
Just one more piece of admiration for this poem. I loved it...read it several times now and each time it's good. I also like "Brush With Fame" I saw somewhere else. That ending is just great. Bravo.
Lee
Just paid attention to this one. Strong write.
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