He winked his commands
along my body until he reached
the iron curve of my hips.
A cutting from Athena’s rose
I owned the yes of my blooming
and the thorny reach of my no.
He thought he’d dance me through
the devil’s garden only to find
he wasn’t given the power to lead.
Sigh ... iron curve of my hips and thorny reach of my no! Doesn't get any better. Cheers, Susie.
ReplyDeleteMay as well set the tone! Great imagery, Susie.
ReplyDeleteI owned the yes of my blooming
ReplyDeleteand the thorny reach of my no
Let him assume he was succeeding in his attempts. That's a clever way of keeping your man! Clever take Susie!
Hank
Right on! Interesting that we wrote about sisters--Persephone and Athena.
ReplyDeleteThis was a pure delight to read. The imagery and that last stanza, awesome!
ReplyDeleteThat last line! Just perfect.
ReplyDelete"I owned the yes of my blooming..." how often we forget that, and how often people try to steal it. Strong and powerful poem, Susie.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, the beginning of the best stories start with a firm no.
ReplyDeleteMe to an FB friend: "I owned the reach of my blooming and the thorny reach of my no."
ReplyDeleteFBF: Where does such brilliance come from?
Me: (leads them to your digital space)
Wowza this is utterly amazing Susie! I love the strength and freedom this holds! No is no and she knows it!!
ReplyDeleteOMG what a fabulous diva.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Susie. Thanks for dropping by my blog today
Much💚love
Well penned! "I owned the yes of my blooming / and the thorny reach of my no." - excellent!
ReplyDeleteWhat a powerful ending on this, Susie!
ReplyDeleteLove the natural power in this. So true.
ReplyDeleteHah! Good to own our own sensuality.
ReplyDeletehe must learn to respect a woman. i bet he found Athena's rose pretty painful. :)
ReplyDeleteLoved this Susie!
ReplyDeleteInteresting imagery.
ReplyDeletePlease read my post
ReplyDeleteThere is something so awesome and empowering about this piece. Love!
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