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Emily Aug 2012
father had gone to war -
returned
                  someone else,
working.
slowly healing himself.
It was years after
he regained his strength
but lost his mind,
that a young woman came,
and,
was able to understand.
the little schoolmistress fell in love.
The child burst out in belly laughter, details of the world coming at him,
the echo of water flowing through
river reeds, the nettle of the plain, thorns of plants, a little girl's ****
nestled in the grass, a pinch
from the foreign schoolmistress, the drawing of a dream in a
class notebook, the shape of sin
alluded to in sketches, the incandescence of afternoons,
for you who judge the value of the birth of new life
only by the rosiness of cheeks,
the balance scale pan clatters just once
from the lightness of being in one of the pans
Zywa Dec 2020
Maybe I'm just a girl
in your eyes, like all girls
have been, although sometimes
only for a short time and though you know them different

all so different
the woman next door, the schoolmistress
your grandma, your mother
your sister and me, the girl
you fell in love with

me, the wife you sleep with
and our little daughter, a princess
in your fantasies
because you are at a loss
with us as we are
Hymn to Isis (c. 300 BC), Codex VI-2, the Gnostic treatise “Thunder, Perfect Mind” from the Nag Hammadi library, written in the Coptic language

[..]
Because I am the first and the last
I am the honored and the despised one
I am the ***** and the holy one
I am the wife and the ******
I am the mother and the daughter
I am my mother’s arms
I am infertile, and my children are numerous
I am the woman who often married and I have no husband
I am the midwife and she who doesn't give birth
I am the solace for the labour pains
I am the bride and the groom
And it was my man who begot me
I am my father’s mother
I am my husband’s sister
And he is my offspring
[..]

Collection “Mastress"

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