Saturday, January 25, 2014

She Wears The World

She wears the world and wears it well;
the blue brings out her eyes.
And her tattooed thighs,
spread east to west,
are America.

The Pacific is her purse
stuffed with shells and shipwrecks.
Detroit is a heathen verse
emblazoned on her sleeve.
Turnpikes travel her trestled ribs.
Rivers roam her fingers.
Mountains melt and mold to make
stilettos for her feet.

She wears the world and wears it well;
her blue burns out your eyes.
And her fault line thighs,
fracked east to west,
are America.

Some flu delirium ramblings for Fireblossom Friday

18 comments:

Marion said...

Yowser!!! That's some badass rhyming, girl. xo

grapeling said...

flavors of Whitman, updated ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

Brilliant!
Musical, satirical, imaginative.. What more could anyone ask of poetry?

Fireblossom said...

Detroit, a heathen verse indeed! I'm so glad you were able to be part of my challenge, MZ!

Gillena Cox said...

good write; this is definitely an 'out of the box' response to the prompt

much love...

hedgewitch said...

The cadence in this really rocks, MZ, as does the imagery, which really does seem to have a touch of fever in it, like when the walls come alive with patterns that normally are invisible--it works out really well, delirium or delight--a very autonomous. pulled-together thing.

Brian Miller said...

nice bit of commentary on what our country has become...ha...the bit on detroit...ugh...its sad what is going on there...

Claudia said...

love the whole idea of it...makes the things that go on out there even more personal... loved esp. the pacific purse part..

Susan said...

Those poor thighs! She not only wears the world, she has to take the one given to her. I Wish you had let us ignore the rapists, but you are too honest for that. Perfect.

Helen said...

If this is what delirium does to a poet, bring it on! Couldn't help thinking about FB in Detroit .. the ruination of our land .. what a powerful write!!!

my heart's love songs said...

"She wears the world and wears it well"
BRILLIANT line!

hope you're feeling better soon, MZ!

Lorraine Renaud said...

wow that was incredible still I feel a great relief that I live in a little town...

gabrielle said...

Oh the desecration of her. What a powerful evocation of an ecology of memory and mutilation, epic and tragic in scope. This madness must stop.
Yet there seems to be rumors of quiet awakening from this torpor. I read this week of urban gardens being planted in Detroit's urban wasteland. Small acts of reconciliation and re-membering. We need a contagion.

Thank you for this poem.

Marina Sofia said...

If this is the way you write when struck with flu, I'm ready to take on your viruses or germs! Strong, indignant poem.

manicddaily said...

Wonderful. I am so sorry that you have the flu - awful. This is wonderful though. k.

Kathryn said...

Very cool, love this. Feel better. x

blueoran said...

Incredible stuff MZ. It delivers row after row of knockout punches, and then there's that penultimate line, "fracked east to west." A dangerous assay on what Lady Liberty has become.

De said...

Oh.my.WORD.
Fantastic.

My favorite:
"The Pacific is her purse
stuffed with shells and shipwrecks."

Goodness. Toooo much here to love.