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"Subversive"



That woman -

she isn’t me


she 
(small s)
watches me
silently
with hatred 
of what
light and darkness is
unknown of me 
burns in her belly
bends her knees
To the world, 
all seems aglow
She, prescient? 
an anagram, 
1 high above 
1 buried below

she is neither one
nor the other
1 high above 
1 buried below

Counting numbers 
children 
that are not hers
poems of me
she will never know
a child missing
the essential stronghold
tries to grow her own 
garden path home, lost,
a long story 
for short minds 
unfolds

Business as usual, 
sons like the father, or not,
The read by the writer
is swiftly cropped
Summers that come fast 
well past swollen Spring
and here she is in Winter 
casting another spider's web, 
that other woman
over dreams dreamt 
and wasted time spent
of who she thinks 
she really is

On a hallowed path
another woman 
she meets,
stronger 
than other poems 
she has ever read,
the you that is me, 
she thinks 
she has sung and bled
Another woman, 
so much stronger

subversive
in Autumn

with silence
Met


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
nm
2/8



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