I've been sick so I missed yesterday's poetry post. To make it up to you, I'm giving you 2 poems today!
by Anindita Sengupta
Did you look in the mirror one day and
find that you had grown used to it? The hair--
gleaming little coils, each one tensile
as rope; the tongue quick and sharp as sunlight;
eyes vast in that thin face, deeper than earth.
Had you almost forgotten what you looked
like once, in an earlier time, when you were
still untouched by love, still free as a
tidal wave, brazen and full of joy like
that girl leaping in to meet the sea?
Or did you like too much the blood that burns
through your veins now, magical and potent,
the heady insanity or being
utterly and totally unloved?
Do you see them in dreams--your stone eulogies?
Perhaps, on rain-soaked nights you also
stare at passing cars and wait for the churn
to subside; the dreadful, ancient passion
to return to slumber; fumbling in the
dark, curse softly. Perhaps, you even weep.
by Kavita Jindal
I'm not getting up
when you call
I don't want to
do your bidding
I'll just lie here
chase some flies
with my eyes
You can be
All of this week's poems are from the most wonderful anthology, Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women, a World Poetry Anthology edited by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes.
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