Friday, September 6, 2019

Mulier Tenaces

Seamstress
@catschappach

Born rebel with my own ribs I stitched
every truth I captured with my teeth
to my womb song of feminism.

Not every fang is poison or every scripture truth.
A serpent opened my eyes when words spoke blindness.
Scales weigh the lies on a tongue.

Spin me wild and wild I’ll be…Tenacity of Freedom…


©Susie Clevenger 2019

Real Toads ~ Art Flash/55



Monday, September 2, 2019

Flying Without Wings



Familiar hands press into my shoulders.
So many memories pulse through palms
warming my skin negating distance
with their intimacy…the calm before terror.

There’s euphoria in the free fall, the weightless
sense of air and sky mixing with adrenaline.
It’s where I’ll land that pulls screams from my throat.

Judgement, the patient bitch, steals the last rose
from my cheeks and pushes its thorns into my bones.
How many pieces of my shell can be glued into resurrection?

“Officer, I told him he shouldn’t sit on the ledge,
but he insisted. He wanted to recreate the photo
I took of him on our first date.”

©Susie Clevenger 2019