These were a couple things that happened this week, inspired by All Poetry contests. I didn’t realize there was a theme until this morning…
the maiden
the damask rose wraps her wolf heart claret core in clenched milky fist this eternal beauty of ephemeral flesh fierce stiletto will guarding petal passions sends call to the wild coruscating scent opens to honeybees under solstice sun smiles in stillness of noontide to grow hips full of sated desires
columbina’s escape
she does not consent no more gives assent courts her own intent and will never relent cares not for your creeds nor your manly deeds harks not to your screeds nor your infinite needs she’s done with pursuit gives beaus the boot does not give a hoot and stands resolute so style her the strumpet she’ll not be your puppet and like it or lump it you can all just go fuck it
©Elizabeth Anker 2022
By My Solitary Hearth 