Friday, March 14, 2014

Free

I can see that she is free, truly free,
and I just can't help comparing myself -
in my too hot stockings and need to be
noticed iron maiden dress; pouring sweat; breath-
less lungs spanxed small; breasts bound; lips laced with paint;
eyes shaped and shadowed to strange skitter orbs
(peripheral to catch even the faint -
est look of approval and search for more) -
to her, shining naked as the North Star,
kicking her bare feet and screaming her needs
fearlessly, shamelessly, as if they are
the garden itself and not just weeds
to pull as she becomes a "real" woman.
Oh, tend those weeds, child!  It's you you're growing.

Inspired by Marian's prompt at Real Toads

17 comments:

Marian said...

gosh, seems like i needed exactly this kind of talking-to today. thanks!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Nothing so free as a girl child, before the need to please the norms of society takes over. You expressed this so well - love those roll-over lines.

Claudia said...

i wish that every child can take some of the freedom with them into womanhood.. sometimes we limit ourselves...ugh

grapeling said...

love this, MZ ~

cosmos cami said...

There is a lot of personal echoes in your words here.
This is so well constructed.
I, too, envy freedom.

Robert Bourne said...

we bound ourselves up with all kinds of stuff... cutting it away and letting go is scary to some,difficult for others... but nirvana for those who can...

Gail said...

We must tend our weeds. So well said.

Kathryn said...

To let go and truly be free, there's magic in that.

Hannah said...

You have SUCH a way with words, MZ, such descriptions, such perfect likenings...I LOVE this poem.

Stacy Lynn said...

love the transformation towards the end, you remind me that no matter how (or which way) we grow...always, we are growing into ourselves!

stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so adore this - especially "it's you you're growing"....I hope she can hang onto that wholeness, and the ability to state her needs. With a mom like you, she'll be all right.

TALON said...

There is an abandon that seems reserved for youth. And that's probably a good thing. :)

Susan said...

Love! I know now that my mother wished this for me--I see in her eyes that she believes I grew the garden right.

Lorraine Renaud said...

Real freedom is magical and oh so hard to attain...this is oh so needed. Applause to you, always

Susie Clevenger said...

Beautiful...there are too many things that eat away at a girl's freedom

Fireblossom said...

What a contrast!

Jim said...

Very nice, Mom Z. I know your girl isn't ready to be let go all the way but your verse reminded me, longingly to go back, to the Hippy Days.

Most all was let go then but now somehow we have all the worries of the world to impede us. Perhaps starting with the feel of needing to conform like your poet.
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