Confessional poets
Are thought of in the feminine perjorative
Ironically men
Confess their camoflage
When calling their characters Hank
That’s for you … Mr blowhard Bukowski
Or Billy Childish, nuff said, I suspect
Whilst this Plath enigma, I doubt shall ever be cracked
Anymore than the grey stones weighting sweater
Sexton either, what beautiful ankles and rouged lips
Even as she slipped, beneath the veil of sanity
Like a greyhound needing to outrun, even itself
Madness grows peacock feathers for weeds
Just another error in a misguided map
Thinking women lesser, colinders of experience
If I’d been a man I’d have
Grown my hair like a mane
Been kind to my daughters
And changed the notion of authority
For my words would be exclaimed intensely feminine
Applauded for
A man having been
A better woman
Like Bono and his award
We give ourselves away
By the bouquet full
Whatever happened
To women inheriting the wind?
I LOVE THIS SO HARD <3
“Like a greyhound needing to outrun, even itself
Madness grows peacock feathers for weeds”
I am screaming this is so good and so beautiful. You need to have this one published.
Thanks so much lovely girl 💓💓💓
Reading this reminded me of both Plath and Anne sexton’s writing! Stunning piece 👌🏽
Wow thanks so much! 💓💓💓
My pleasure! ♥️
ragazza delle, caramelle potente e così buona
Candy girl powerful and so good
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Ending the poem with the title = superb along with these lines:
“Whilst this Plath enigma, I doubt shall ever be cracked
Anymore than the grey stones weighting sweater
Sexton either, what beautiful ankles and rouged lips
Even as she slipped, beneath the veil of sanity
Like a greyhound needing to outrun, even itself”
This speaks volumes.
💓💓💓 thank you
Beautiful! And what a tribute to Plath and Sexton.
Thanks!! 💓💓💓
“Whatever happened
To women inheriting the wind?”
One Hell of good question.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
On The Feathered Sleep – a poem of women and poetry
Exquisite writing, Candice! (I’m applauding and nodding my head.) 💓💓💓
Oh, yes, “if I’d been a man!”
Right?!!!!
You are back 🙂
Amazing write!!
LU 💓
I often ask “when did God become a man?”… Some might call it a conspiracy against Sophia. Dualism does not mean separation, it means joining forces, loving both halves, becoming wholly divine in the process …
You are so very right. It would make a great tshirt, but it’s actually pretty sinister isn’t it