You tempt me with seeds and flesh
when I hunger for a new day that
is not fraught with my body’s pulse
wishing for a touch born from
the flames of Diabolos hand.
Disthius would have my heart melted
on his platter of conquests and then
toss me into Skasila’s abyss
to drown amongst the maidens
who sacrificed pink innocence to his touch.
Mother did not name me Artemis to have
me bow my knees to lust that would leave my
womb a crib for a fatherless child.
I will outlast Dithius’ attempts to seduce me
into giving up the crown I am to wear
when I reach my eighteenth birthday.
He would raise his sword of double standard
to proclaim me a harlot unworthy to rule
because I no longer possess the virgin’s proof
the council will demand before I claim the throne.
When I am seated as queen, my first ruling will be
that each child a man has called bastard will become
wards in my care and given my last name, Mathias.
The song of submission no longer sings in my ear.
I will stand as tall as the name given to me at birth.
I am a woman who will teach her sisters they
don’t need bloody sheets to prove their worth.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Kerry at Real Toads had us writing story poems from illustrations by Virginia Frances Sterrett. I thought I should share the meanings of the names I used to help in understanding the piece better. First of all I made up the name, Disthius. Why, I am not sure except it came to me and I liked its sound.
The following are Greek words:
Diabolos ~ devil
Skasila ~ heartbreak
Artemis ~ Goddess of the Hunt and protector of women
Mathias ~ Gift of God
Comments
K
I am a woman who will teach her sisters they
don’t need bloody sheets to prove their worth.
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Stunning !
Your Confession proves that you don't live a poem. YOU ARE THE POEM.
Blessings...
Rita
"when I hunger for a new day that
is not fraught with my body’s pulse"
My word, this is amazing:
"Disthius would have my heart melted
on his platter of conquests and then
toss me into Skasila’s abyss
to drown amongst the maidens
who sacrificed pink innocence to his touch."
Great ending as well!
The song of submission no longer sings in my ear...
Amen, sister.
it's a story of universal longing, isn't it? "I hunger for a new day that
is not fraught with my body’s pulse." wow.