Thursday, May 5, 2022

ode to my senses in time of loss

 Ah the flared nostrils sigh in pleasure, hint of garlic and chilli waft in ,

Sprinkled into the  cup of yogurt, the sour notes tickle  my palate,

At the back there is the garlicky goodness, all comfort, for my soul ... 

To soothe my soul,  for the day is shaky, in fears, in lost senses...

Lost days, those that I had pushed to the back, as I touch  my todays,

My loss of self , my anguish,

Now they have gripped me  again, 

For motherhood was just a taunt thrown at me as I held my dear child ,

My tears to just hold my  own baby , my entreaties  all naught, 

To the sperm giver ,was it all about power, all to torture ?

Today I seek solace in a simple senses of taste ,

For the dark forces gather again , the deep dark soul  drunk on  power,

Thiers  it is to destroy woman,  call themselves 'man'

Lecherous  beasts, dared you to stop me  from be by my children, 

Yet in power , you wild beasts dare you rule my uterus ?

Dare you  breathe , lest your vile bile  fill your black lungs ,

Sputter you beasts as air grip in its loss, lost from you for all eternity...

Dare you  debase me , all "me's";  

Then yours for eternity, through generations  shall be the  veil of death,

 May bilious heavy air be forever  yours, envelope you ever ...

 

poem by Peace crane 3 (05/04/22)





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