Maiden

You call the crone,
expecting to see a sweet faced granny,
ignoring the edge of madness in the cackles,
and anger that comes of watching lifetimes of humanity go by.

You call the mother,
expecting to hear a soothing lullaby,
ignoring the husky tones, secret smiles,
and the sway of the hips that made her mother in the first place.

Don’t call me,
expecting a sweet faced doll,
some comforting image of innocence,
with no wildness inside.
My frailty is my own, as is my strength.
Try and contain me and I will dance
all over the limits you place
and the definitions you try to force.
Ignore my precious ferocity at your own peril.
I am not here to comfort your preconceptions.

I am here for Myself.

Song Choice: As defined by Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, today's prompt was inspired by Sia's Chandelier 

38 comments:

  1. This poem has great pagan, in-your-face attitude. I really like it. The crone is fierce, the mother is sexy, and the maiden is a wild child. Nice work. :-)

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    1. Oh yeah, nothing at all subtle in this. The Maiden like any child is a blunt creature.

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  2. Love the fiery attitude in this piece!!

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    1. The protagonist is definitely a spitfire!

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  3. Great sense of independence.. No comfort in such dance. Love how you capture the wildness.

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    1. The refusal to dance "pretty" or act sweet really stuck with me after watching the video. I wanted a blunt and wild feel and I'm glad that came through.

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  4. This is awesome.

    "My frailty is my own" and "I am not here to comfort your preconceptions" ... I love these. I can completely relate to these feelings.

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    1. I'm glad you were able to relate to her war cry. She's one fierce girl.

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  5. I loved it all, but the second stanza...WOWZER!!!!

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    1. *grin* So glad I was able to evoke that reaction!

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  6. Absolutely!! That's the way to be. Honest.

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  7. Yes, even in the crone, there is no helplessness or need to be told what should be done--(maybe especially in the crone ;_) )--excellent job of turning the stereotypes inside out, Rommy--plus, top marks for just the right touch of attitude.

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    1. Heaven help the soul who think any of them are helpless!

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  8. This is a special kind of awesome! That entire second stanza just blows me away.

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  9. I felt at home in your poem. Never underestimate a woman, not after she becomes part of the triple Goddess!

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    1. Underestimation would be a very poor idea. :D

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  10. Yes! This is terrific. Try putting me in your box at your peril!

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  11. Rommy, I just shrieked! This is delicious! All of it!!! (you can tell by my overuse of exclamation marks).

    I love words, the structure, the tone, the implications, the mythology... everything!

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    1. Hee-hee...hope the shrieking didn't scare the neighbors!

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  12. "My frailty is my own, as is my strength."
    YES. I love this.

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  13. Wow! Love this. It is a loud "I'm me! Like it or hate it, I won't change!!

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    1. Mm-hmm. She does not make any apologies for herself in the slightest.

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  14. Try and contain me .. and I will dance!!!! Perfect.

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    1. I think we all ought to dance over limits other people try to enforce over us. Might as well have fun while we're smashing preconceptions, right?

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  15. No guts no glory! This flys a bold flag for the real female entity and smashes superficial interpretation of what we should be, love it Rommy :)

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    1. Absolutely. She is unafraid to be exactly who she is. No more, no less.

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