The Poor Bitch's Rock

A woman who lost everything she owns stands there 
by the waterfront where the waves beat upon the shore.

The woman-transformed-***** is a prisoner of war 
being carried to the foreign land of an enemy general 
across the sea; she cries ceaselessly tears in her eyes 
for the unbearable sorrow, she barks fiercely in intolerable anger.

In the eyes of the woman who gazes up 
the top of heaven from the bottom of the deepest sea.
She sees the last images of her blood-stained husband,
her dear sons and daughters, died in agony.

For her husband, she shared everything she owned;
for her children, she cradled and lulled them in her bosom to raise—
except for one son who was abandoned in the field at the time of his infancy because of an oracular ill omen. 
All these sorrows are unwanted bitter memories to recall, crueler than 
the cruelest fate for a woman to undergo.
  
Now, she climbs higher up the mast 
to appeal to her deep inner heart’s mortification;
to let others see her transmuted figure, an ugly *****,
her annoying bark reaches to the furthest point of the sea.

Is Amphitrite heard her heartrending cry?
For the ship lists by the billow Poseidon rises,
alas, but then, she loses her balance and falls 
to the deck vomiting blood, she ends her pathetic life;

this *****’s resentment tossed by the raging waves,
at the end, was thrown upon the shore and became a standing rock.

The rock beckons the ships that pass the straits to tell her grudge, 
but to the heedless seafarers’ ears it sounds like the mere surges 
that come and hit the rock. However, at times, it sounds 
in their ears, like a ***** barking feebly from her bleeding heart 
because of all her puppies are taken away; 

that’s why, legend says, 
the sailors called this rock “the poor *****’s rock.”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Fleming Avatar
December 25, 2014 at 3:02 PM
An original and interesting poem...very creative!! :) john.
Ben Avatar
December 26, 2014 at 5:51 PM
I think everything we see has its own story to tell. Thank you for you like it.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace