Working Girl Wisdom

Every hen house

has its good eggs and bad eggs.

Every cathouse

has tail, teeth, and claw.

Every nuthouse

has a member of the family.

And every poorhouse

has a begging in-law.

For The Mag

Women And The Moon

"Women believe in the moon"
                                          - Judith Wright

Is there some spiritual,
mystical,
feminine divine
connection
to that great glowing clit in the sky?
As a woman,
am I naturally
lunar aware?
No, I believe in the moon
cause I can see it right there.

For Grace's prompt at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.

When Ravens

When ravens hung the sun,
nested the moon,
and brought forth fire,
I walked on many legs
through not quite creation.

Not formless,
but faceless -
I was the smell of rain.
Not LET THERE BE,
but the mud-vased seed
of an apple.

For Artistic Impressions at Real Toads

Gravity

We swam the humidity to the moon.
Left Earth behind, all doomed and blue.
Set up shop
for astronauts,
but I've only seen
two or three.

Now every what-might-be late afternoon,
you quote The Waste Land (like you do),
and I pretend to understand it (like I do).
Here, even Eliot
lacks gravity.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Edge Of Seventeen

Toes on the ledge,
book in my hand;
a prayer to the gods
and an offering for man.
This ain't the edge
of seventeen anymore

when I fledged and I flew
too close to the light
on fraudulent wings
thick feathered with lies,
and everyone said
"girl, just one more -

or

 we'll let you fall."

55 words for Kerry at Real Toads