“…who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet’s heart when
caught and tangled in a woman’s body?”
~ Virginia Woolf, A Room Of One’s Own
THIS WEIGHT
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Your question hangs consequence; you must balance being a woman against any truth your wonder might reveal. There is only a window and this insufficient light. Unanswered, thin as air above the weight of
You must discover what balance is – how it proves weight, not worth. This is a test. Any gift costs more than what you bargained for. If his necklace – some pearls tied in silken knots – weighs as much as |
your imagination – linking word by word beyond borders, which can you afford to lose?
Does the baby he’s expecting weigh as much as a voice no one hears? When you came into this world who weighed you? How much were you wanted and what is a poem worth – compared to nothing? |
Glint Literary Journal 