S. What if she’d never learned to read the signs from birds, or the letters sent back and forth between the stars; what if she’d never really seen the shadows behind the stories or listened to the wind as it carpeted the desert - and watched it twirl its way to a courtship with the sea; she was the first courtesan clinging to life nightly by each epic sentence.
I'm always fascinated by Scheherezade. What if she were ordinary? I guess there
would not be all this fussing over her....happy to be continuing my poems
that are both about girls and also American sonnets :)
I love this one.
Isn’t that the question for so many girls and women? I love reading about the ones who made it by sheer wit, but what about all of the others who don’t? What if…just made me mourn for all the others. And the title, the foreshortening, seems to imply this erasure of women who can’t or perhaps don’t tell the stories that will save their lives.