Sunday, January 19, 2014

Weight

I fed the weight
of a woman
to the wolves.
They fattened,
then wasted
come spring.
I laid the weight
of a wife
on a wooden girl
and watched her splinter.

The widow
walks
the weave of her web;
we are fireflies
flush with waiting
for the venom
of her wet welcome
to bid us enter.

For Poetry Pantry

19 comments:

Kenia Cris said...

Strong and bold. I really like the flow of each line.

<3

Kerry O'Connor said...

Each point made carries poetic and human weight, as well as another wait.. for change, for rain, for a new season..We seem always to be waiting.

anthonynorth said...

Excellent powerful words.

Susan said...

I enjoyed the poem full of w's and weightiness. Then I enjoyed Kerry's comment. Now to find the words: The role of women has been a hard sell for women, for girls, for wives who have lost husbands wile watching out to sea, for divorcees, for those who despair and who like Juliet should never have to seek out poison.

Susan said...

What is wrong with Blogger these days? It eats words and adds in new ones and is responsible for any and all mis-spellings.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow! A powerful write. "The widow walks the weave of her web." Fantastic writing, Kelli.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

I agree with Sherry and enjoy Kerry's take or 'weight' and 'wait'

Nice!

Gail said...

My words are inadequate to say how much I felt this poem.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Felt this one--you weave a fine web of words here---

TALON said...

Such imagery, Mama Zen! It reads like a fable.

Laura said...

It reads like a fairy tale to me… I can imagine illustrations for each section.

kaykuala said...

The different phases of life or status would impose different outcomes. Nicely MZ!

Hank

Sioux said...

I agree. "The widow walks the weave of her web" is a brilliant line.

grapeling said...

MZ, slackjawed here. As per usual. ~

kelvin s.m. said...

beautiful!

Lorraine Renaud said...

I'm told my guardian is the Wolf, I'm waiting for him

Fireblossom said...

I love the last 4 lines of the middle stanza. A lot.

Man, that's a lot of w's.

Kim Nelson said...

Weight. The weight of it. Weighing in on the topic. In two short stanzas you made me ponder body image, self-acceptance, judgement, and world values. Powerful.

Pealogic said...

The opening two lines, just wow!