Grasp

They murmur beneath their breath
difficult woman,
obstinate girl,
opinionated,
shrew,
man-eater,
they shout to my face
unfuckable,
impossible,
what a waste
of a body,

Demimondaine

Her midriff is a rumba, she skims the dance club’s lights, flitty beetle
with a hard shell and the taste of vegemite,

and the musk of a jaguar; of all these people crammed here
she has the strongest bite.

I Am

I am

fragments of poetry

wisps of dreams

drifting musical notes

memories captured in amber

metal dragons

origami cranes

Magical Woman

in your eyes

my world spun hard

twisted as a dinosaur’s grin

by your words

it became a smile

crusted on a cookie jar

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Spinster – Word Origins 2

From Middle English spinnen
With a –ster denoting women

Women working to spin, ordinary
During the seventeenth century

The Lyre

I am the lyre
That sings all melodies

For every child,
There’s a sweet lullaby
For every lover,
There are songs of ecstasy
For every loss,
There are painful tunes.

Girl, you’ll be a woman soon

(@Vladimir Mukhin, click to view gallery.)

Girl child, listen to your mama

Listen to your daddy

You might scream and shout

But more often than not they know

What they’re talking about

Because once upon a time

They were where you are

Young, new, untried and not yet at your prime

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Girl you’ll be a woman soon

The slick black crows

will be circling you from all sides

The world outside is a wonderful place

But like every garden, it has its snakes

A Woman Soul

God’s way to arrange

With His ambit and range

Chose to make a change

He made a woman soul

Without blemish or mole

A beauty that is whole

The sparkle of her verve

Stands the test of nerve

No doubt, No reserve

Haiku: growing pains

Young woman in bloom –

Boys don’t know, it hurts so much

Drama is murder

© Devina S.

Vanity Insanity

Eyebrows tweaked,

face all bleached,

lips made red,

the shade you bleed.

Waxy arms,

made smooth to touch,

as if a little hair,

matters that much.

Waist tucked in,

to appear thin,

when having belly fat,

is really no sin.

Haiku: False

I don’t know if you / i can call this haiku.