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She put her Self in their hands.
They made a fist.
She pushed against their hold, bit through finger bone with
her teeth, and turned the screaming into wings.
art by Shelle Kennedy
- for Poets United Pantry of Poetry and Prose #5
"They made a fist." What a chilling line.
I think I just saw the words shiver. ;-)
Deep and poignant. This is actually how I feel at the moment with my work situation.
Interestingly enough, this piece was partly inspired by a friend's workplace situation.
Yes, the second line is chilling. But then the finale, albeit horrifying in its way (that this was necessary) is also wonderfully triumphant.
I remember considering a less bloody liberation, but... she wouldn't let me. And I'm glad. Some things need teeth.
Terrifying...but the most appropriate way to fight back when pushed. p.s. Love the "the not explaining [your] poems" approach. :)
Thank you, Khaya (on both counts).
turning screaming into wings is a fabulous image and such a power statement.
What a dark and chilling story - i'm glad she found her wings though
So say we all!
It is good to read two writers tackle a serious subject of abuse that won't go away from our supposed civilized world. We should never be quiet about it and fight it all costs.
Fight we shall!
Coming from reading Rosemary's poem I felt that this could be another (happier) end... it all depends on who "they" are.
That it does.
That is exquisite, Magaly! I hope you are doing well.
Thank you, Timoteo. I hope you are well, too.
I am always amazed at the power of your words Magaly. To break free and fly is exactly how I felt when I left my work career behind 2 years ago and pursued my writing passion.
There is such power (and freedom) in allowing our souls do what it wants (and often needs). Yay! for letting go of what is expected and embracing what feeds us.
Such a magnificent portrayal of strength, Magaly!❤️ The idea of "turning screaming into wings," makes me believe one can overcome anything.
May we all believe (and do!).
For betraying her trust, they're lucky she only took a finger. Yes, there is horror here, but it started the moment someone thought it was right to constrict the soul of someone else.
I couldn't agree more.
"...and turned the screaming into wings." That is exactly what we do. I remember my first wings, having fled the cage.
The first wings are always the hardest. And never forgotten, aren't they?
I love the idea and the visual of turning screaming into wings. The gift of the ability to do this is something I wish could be put into the water supply of the world.
You and me both! Oh, the thought of a world where all could birth their own wings.
Strong woman, she is!
I believe you are correct.
Sounds like the last three years of my employment...but I am glad I bit back and bit hard. I love your poems with teeth.
I, too, I'm glad your teeth did what they had to. And did it well.
This is incredible, Magaly, and … reading it on the heels of Rosemary's piece … has landed like a body blow … literally a physical reaction. What our Sisterhood endures … achingly sad … profoundly anger inducing … (visions of a book of 'Me Too' poetry, beginning to stir … that would be something … with work like this filling the pages).
"Physical" is the exact sort of reaction I felt after reading Rosemary's poem. There was a lot of teeth clenching. And a final--and so very complicated--exhale.
"turning screaming into wings" - sometimes that is all one has the power to do.
Taking the horrors and turning them into energy we can use, not just survive but also thrive, is a magnificent superpower.
Sometimes you just have to fight back--and sometimes you win--love the teeth here!
Oh how I love the resilience and overcoming this portrays. Another one of your mighty poems Magaly, that stays with me for days. I love it!
Thank you, Carrie.
And I hope the is good company. ;-)
I love your insightful remarks. So, go ahead, let them fly…