Sewn


"Sewn" 

Super hero
come walk fire with me
all super heroes are freaks
fuelled by their hidden vulnerability 
and their dark cherished secrets

poets some consider romantic freaks
some hide quietly mining
whittling their time away,
some are hell-bent, heaven-sent
breaking glass ceilings

strange bitter sweet creatures 
writing in regiments 
riding astride their own gallant ponies
something missing, 
something incomplete

yet all possess war medals
skewered through their hearts
decorated with garlands
of dripping scarlet and sapphire poésies
some are just fresh and green jaded trophies

way out there 
in foreign territory 
see them basking like 
well fed leopards changing spots
off planet, far removed from the fringe 

breaking glass ceilings
yet stories in solid books 
stitched up and minds firmly planted
long and short sentences sown together 
with strong spines 

never to be broken again

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)





abstract.
dripping scarlet poésies/bleeding hearts
sapphire poésies/blue poetry (take that whichever way you wish)

of course, blue and red could refer to the colours of flags
or the quandary between taking pills, blue or red...

green jaded trophies (best left to one's imagination...)

musefree verse

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Lady Labyrinth

March 27, 2023 at 7:03 AM

Primary Music video. "Me and My Girls"/Selena Gomez.

Lady Labyrinth

March 27, 2023 at 7:03 AM

https://youtu.be/RyHlTBOAowM

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 3:09 AM

The Second Sex/Simone de Beauvoir, 1949. e-book/full transcript.

I Am Anaya

August 18, 2022 at 5:47 PM

Below...I'll check the library. Thank you!

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 3:09 AM

https://newuniversityinexileconsortium.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/Simone-de-Beauvoir-The-Second-Sex-Jonathan-Cape-1956.pdf

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 3:09 AM

Unfortunately, I could not locate the free e-book on line for her book of 5 fictional short stories, well worth the read. "When Things of the Spirit Come First" -

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 3:09 AM

Blog, "When Things of the Spirit Come First"/ Author, Simone de Beauvoir - https://anokatony.wordpress.com/2010/03/25/%E2%80%98when-things-of-the-spirit-come-first%E2%80%99-by-simone-de-beauvoir/

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:45 AM

'Josephine the Songstress"/Kafka, responding to Anaya below.

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:45 AM

https://www.kafka-online.info/josephine-the-songstress-or-the-mouse-folk.html

I Am Anaya

August 3, 2022 at 12:54 PM

On Pain into art... Her Kind, her precision and austere style, in spite of the dark subject. The quintessential depiction of turning pain into art, can be found in Franz Kafka short story, "The Hunger Artist."

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:21 AM

https://www.kafka-online.info/a-hunger-artist.html

I Am Anaya

August 3, 2022 at 12:40 PM

~On Tribute to the poet- expansive minds, divergent imaginative agendas, yet coalescing into a search of life's varied terrain. ~On wonder women--she shan't be shut down or up. What else is there, a biological program we follow, or a recluse who doesn't. Deleted...that was me trying to be cool. When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman?? Below is much to ponder on, I hope I am not too Sylvia Plath at times.

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:23 AM

"Wait but there's more...", but not including the steak knives...

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:22 AM

I am all for women rising from the ashes; most of us have a Lilith (recluse or not) pacing inside. It is either quite evident, or just below surface level simmering waiting to erupt. The true revolutionary act, as a woman, is to stand by all women and lift them up, no matter their personality, mental state of being, personal circumstances, and not tear them down out of jealousy or fear.

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:22 AM

I guess that requires a very high level of empathy, intuitiveness and put-togetherness (which none of us find easy, the ‘put togetherness’). I must add at this point, while one understands why another woman (barrenless) would rupture a strong bond between natural mother and child, and covetously assume the role of mother from another (considering the criminal (male) element the usurper is related to), to lead all in the complex family unit, to a screaming shambles, and to the irreparable damage between natural mother and child, is unforgivable. Yet, as difficult and eviscerating as that is to this writer, this natural mother understands and sees it for what it is.

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:22 AM

One is inclined to think War of the Roses, but it is far more subterranean than that. They say this life was already designed for us, before we arrived into this world. Life is one big lesson. To survive, and reclaim any moral right and strength in ‘self’, one has to remove oneself from the personal atrocity and view from the other’s eyes, as difficult as that may be (speaking from personal experience). If Karma is to believed, it all balances out in the end, or beginning, whichever way you are inclined to view it. One leaves the mentality of childhood behind to understand the reason why we mature into adults.

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:22 AM

Surely what a real woman would aspire for other women, is their reason and their ‘right’ to excel and survive victorious, for other women, not just ‘self’. Lead by example. The domino effect comes to mind. Sometimes to do that the past must be let loose and burnt to the ground, napalmed in some instances, to move forward. What is ahead on the wings of a phoenix, or on the feet of a woman (her ‘self’, and sometimes with her child/children in tow) to a refuge, with homelessness and loss of all personal shattles weighing one down, is far more important than what lies in the ashes behind us.

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:22 AM

In most cases crashing and losing ‘sense of self’ is the ‘platform’ we need to reach to re-build ourselves. Embracing fear and walking into the dark night of the soul (which definitely requires seclusion), is what builds a warrior, or a superwoman. All failures and mistakes, can be shaped into winning conquests. The ultimate goal is peace, happiness, love, a sense of stability in self, not just for our own self, but for those we love ‘most’. A stable home is important, perhaps home is found within oneself and ‘home’ can be anywhere you choose, as needs must (I am thinking of the homeless here, and how they cope mentally to find a true sense of ‘home’; I have been there (homeless), so I do understand that issue). As for those incarcerated, ‘home’ is most important.

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:22 AM

Responding to Kafka, The Hunger Artist, (I have read it, very PS, so Consommé, it’s amusing). We are all hungry for something, even if it is seclusion and peace. On first meeting one would be inclined to think the writer (that would be me) extrovert, the older I become the more I embrace seclusion, and the necessity not to deal with the darker, more criminally insane elements of real life, as a means to survive. I am a balance of both extraversion/introversion. Many deride seclusion, touting it’s for hermits and insane people.

Lady Labyrinth

August 5, 2022 at 2:21 AM

Some people can only regenerate with seclusion and they are quite sane, I assure you. On a positive inclination, seclusion reveals what really resides inside a person (woman) and if it is indeed, of true strength and veritable goodness, the world will be alerted in one way or another, to that ‘truth’. Hunger games or not. Love the vision of the cigarette ash on your forehead, très zen. Kafka’s mental condition shaped his creativity, and most writers and poets, are natural recluses, who find their real ‘self’ through their creativity. That is a fact.

Lady Labyrinth

August 1, 2022 at 7:42 PM

They shut me up in prose...

I Am Anaya

August 17, 2022 at 2:03 PM

On above--Love the vision of the cigarette ash on your forehead, très Zen--I came to a conclusion and thought maybe sacrilegious to some and so therefore I deleted with regrets, although I think I added something just as, maybe not so sacrilegious. "On the Hunger Artist" His suffering is his art for which he attracts an avid audience. I have been engaged in your writings, really enjoy!

Lady Labyrinth

August 1, 2022 at 7:43 PM

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52196/they-shut-me-up-in-prose-445

Lady Labyrinth

August 1, 2022 at 7:42 PM

https://www.litcharts.com/poetry/emily-dickinson/they-shut-me-up-in-prose

Lady Labyrinth

August 1, 2022 at 7:42 PM

https://owlcation.com/humanities/Analysis-of-Poem-They-shut-me-up-in-Prose-F445A-by-Emily-Dickinson