“I tell you, the headache was awful” They sat there, waiting for me and sipping espresso, bickering like the old women that they were, creating such a noise that my head burned with what they hurled out: Demeter wanted to switch with Galatea and Artemis wanted to trade with the jaywalker; the white queen wanted to know Circe’s intense love while Gretel felt like she could do Scheherezade’s job for less; neither O’Keefe nor Kahlo wanted to switch with anyone, but Medusa longed to be ignored like Cassandra; Penthesilea wanted to live forever just as Artemis and Demeter do, and Kore wanted the speed of Podarge and Katrina; the mirror longed to vanish like the night and I longed to be in a song, something crooned over and then abruptly shut off.
i am done! for 2011!
Terrific, terrific, terrific. Congratulations, Devi! Loved the poems, loved the idea, loved the stamina.
Awesome work Devi- you rock. I have read some of the poems and now I have a little more time to read them all! can’t wait.
ah, what a wonderful way to end your month so full of these women and their voices. I love the metaphor of a your month of poems as a song that ends. My month is more like a run-on sentence from hell 🙂 However, I did finish.
Geez, that’s gorgeous.
Melanie