Medea Sings
By inhisbelly
In the summer, I am starving.
A wind instrument, played
by boisterous gusts of laughter
from the firmament party guests
today,
crying lullabies
by tickle of subterranean sighs
tomorrow.
(My hands carved those freight tunnels.
Nothing else.)
In the fall, I am Medea.
Swallowed by a vengeful zeal,
lips swallowing blood and bread
that pass into hips
they say will bear babes
easily.
The other climates are toll roads.
I have burned all paper bills.
I have fashioned my glossy vessel
out of coins.
I am told that
until each guest is sated
by sweet songs and honeycomb
to exile I am fated yet
I am not free to roam.
I am not free to roam.
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Copyright 2013 inhisbelly
Published on Wednesday, December 11, 2013.
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On Thursday, January 4, 2018, Cassette
(1087) wrote:
this is so beautiful....
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A former member wrote:
Very beautiful and inspiring poem. Thank you
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On Tuesday, January 7, 2014, Numbers Peppelini
(74) wrote:
" Space and time is always another show____no one comes___nothing is changed___lonely heart sleeps as is" From A "beautiful journey" by Loving Grace
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A former member wrote:
I really Like this :)
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A former member wrote:
Your work is always so ethereal . . . I feel like I am transported to a new world every time. "Madea Sings" is a mystically enticing world with such a clever theme of Greek Mythology. Seamless flow . . . I feel as though I am twirling through the ballroom with her, bound to the order of Gods up above. 10/10 Fabelhaft, my dear! My favorite of yours to date.
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On Wednesday, December 11, 2013, Dejected_Worth
(81) wrote:
Excellent referencing and strong feelings. Too many good lines to pick just one... Bravo
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On Wednesday, December 11, 2013, megaprime81
(740) wrote:
This is a poem that's so brilliant it goes over my head...i like when such a poem is produced. 10 Oh, and i know who Madea is, so that's not what goes over my head.