blows
A crack
Against the
Softness
of her skin
brought
tears
to her eyes
pieces of a ragged
soul
struggles
to regain something
like…
self
she rises
arching and graceful
against his glare
she knows
his weakness
burdened by being
God’s pride and first born
whose rib wombed Eve
she’s leaving once more
when she leaves
this
time it’s for good
and her good
striding towards
a shadowed valley
somewhere way
beyond his reach
Raining Outside
I washed the wares
Put the children to bed
and waited for dreams
to lighten my head
He climbed beside
Upside inside me
folded himself within
I took and sighed sighs
of years of being glad to be
With him
It will rain tomorrow
So the spirits in my dream head
Said
Showers, oceans seas your misery
will return this time again
in your bed
Wares too much
to wash
so I left them
piled in the sink
funk
welled within
I became tired of my children
it started
raining outside
again
I watched the rain
and did nothing
waiting for the thing
to come sit beside me
upside and inside me
He came home that night
Wrenk with the spoiling
love he had been making
bounding me to frigidity
The spirits retreated
Leaving me to find my own
mystical ways to
beat back the rain.
Flip Side Woman Aching
Not all this ache
is
love sweet
one time a kiss
was promise
to a fool woman
but now
is eyes
crying
heart pain ache
suffering
eye water
waiting
for stars
to turn in
your favour
He sees you
Crying
Crying
Crying
Knows is him
Make it so
He laughs
Is laugh he laughs
Though
Your aching
comforts
him
Beating
Beating
against
Your woman
Wondering will
Spirit longing
for some
Homey love
His arms reaches
Somewhere, inside
Where there is still
Love living
Flip siding
your feelings
you see daisies
Rose petals red
Against the white
Sheet spread on
the bed
He
Eases
The
Aching
Remaking it
Again
You
Taking him
Again
Willing
Him again
Riding
Aching
Within
Inside
Him
Tak-
ing
You
Break-
ing
You
You
You
Come round
To his way of
Loving
Aching and
Remaking
Flip siding
You.
Days without
Hearing seeing
Him
Your mind start
Reaching for signs
That were there all
Along
When you were
Playing his gaming
With your feelings again
Woman
Don’t you know
Roses don’t stay
Too long blooming.
Above From Pieces of herstory
poems by m yaa asantewa
