A woman might be goddess or a less fascinating home-maker. But, are their worlds ultimately the same?
The
Goddess’s Revenge
Lofty
thoughts cloud my dreams,
Yet
when I’m conscious
They
slip my hold.
My
palsied arms
Quiver
further
When
I dare to breathe
Life
to my dreams.
Despite
a goddess,
The
fetters of my class remain.
I
snooped around the hall-
An assembly
of the male pantheon-
To
hear voices cloaked by pride, declare,
‘Let
us trample
The
puny mortals,
Unleash
war and anarchy
Famine
and flood.
Let
them submit,
Cower
in fear
Bow
and pray
And
cry till their hearts see no light.’
I
glanced at the scabbard,
Its
glint now heightened.
Determined
to kill,
I
trudged towards the Hall
Rage
frothing, pace quickening,
I
finally unveiled the forgotten sword.
reason behind writing this?
ReplyDeleteI like the symmetry in your verses, the way they are placed. I may have interpret it wrong, forgive me, but what I understood from this is that the woman, though she is ambitious often has her voice slit and silenced by the patriarchal society.In your poem, this woman (I guess you're referring or hinting at wanting an uprising) is too strong to be contained by their voices and takes matters into her own hands. After years of experience chopping vegetables, she decides to chop down the haunting shadows.
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