The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 3/28/08

[BlueIris]

—from "Solstice Poem"

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As for the women, who did not
want to be involved, they are involved.

It's that blood on the snow
which turns out to be not
some bludgeoned or machine-gunned
animal's, but your own
that does it.

Each has a knitting needle
stuck in her abdomen, a red pincushion
heart complete with pins,
a numbed body
with one more entrance than the world finds safe,
and not much money.

Each fears her children sprout
from the killed children of others.
Each is right.

Each has a father.
Each has a mad mother
and a necklace of light blue tears.
Each has a mirror
which when asked replies Not you.

—Margaret Atwood

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear BlueIris!

Ah, the madness of the world is always with us...

Nicely put!

I thank you...

:hug:

[WildEyedLiberal]

3. Haunting

I like. Thanks for posting.

[BlueIris]

4. HEY. And thanks!

I am mad for Atwood's writing. (I actually think her poems are better than her novels.)

[Canuckistanian]

5. That Margaret Atwood, she's such a cheerful soul

She's our greatest treasure.

Her and the witty, sophisticated songs of Anne Murray.

[BlueIris]

6. Eventually, I'll get to the "happy" Atwood poems.

Sometime around 2010, I think.

[Canuckistanian]

7. Yeah, her, too n/t