Once I wasn’t always so plain.
I was strewn feathers on a cross
of dune, an expanse of ocean
at my feet, garlands of gulls.
Sirens and gulls. They couldn’t tame you.
You know as well as they: to be
a dove is to bear the falcon
at your breast, your nights, your seas.
My fear is simple, heart-faced
above a flare of etchings, a lineage
in letters, my sudden stare. It’s you.
It’s you! sang the heart upon its mantel
pelvis. Blush of my breath, catch
of my see—beautiful bird—It’s you.
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This poem is so is so short but so deep in meaning. The beauty of the words of this womens past describe so much of what she was, and what she is not of now. "Sirens and Gulls. They Couldn't Tame You" is my favorite line. Meaning to me, warnings and other people, the law, etc could not control who you are. That you are your own person and if you feel like you need change, you do it. But then she twists her words around putting in a twist that that beautiful bird is actually the reader of the short poem. I love it.
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