Saturday, March 3, 2012

Another Archaic Analogy

You are under hawk's eye
with an actual adventure
burning your bread
where even the
ratio of rationality
is a mark of the measure
of how well a man dominates
your life?



Do you have a husband or not
and if he is there
have you managed to
raise his roots in your soil
have you been condoned
to consign to his credit
where even your
form and fluid
have marked your martyrdom
how well has the
transfiguration been
from being a bride to a
pinafore clad pawn.

Credits you receive
if you stretch to stand
a ballet babe
on her tired toes
And if you haven't
you are carelessly condoned
to forget your wings
they say if you aren't a wife
you aren't whole as a woman
another archaic analogy
that chokes my ears
every now and then.


First published in Golden Sparrow Literary magazine
here and also received a commendation in the Golden Sparrow Poetry prize here.

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