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Her Cold Rebuff That Night
by Ken HarnischDim the lights to what end?
As far as Im concerned
Open the wine and watch it
Turn to vinegar before your
Eyes. I am not a toy to be
Manipulated by the lips
Of those intent on conquest;
Where my mind is dismissed
As packaging;
My body the ingredients
Inside the box.
You come to
Me all eyes and hands, no
Heart and soul. You seek the
Momentary without contemplating
The sweet consequence of
The longer journey.
I am not
Loath to explore the waters
Of any sensual river, but you
Have taken skimming to an
Art form, and fishing to an
Extreme.
I am something
In the water that caught your
Eye. Well, uncatch me and throw
Me back in the foaming brine.
I want to be prey to men
More subtle with their hooks
And worms. You have hooks,
All right, but I cant say Im
All that enamored of your worm.
07/20/2003 Author's Note: Several years ago, a creative writing teacher of mine challenged the class to write foorm the perspective of the other sex. From time to time, I remember that charge. Here is the latest result.
Posted on 07/20/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 07/20/03 at 04:11 PM interesting concept. having read your author's note the last line takes on a very cheeky double meaning. you've succeeded in the depth of your understanding of the situation from the other perspective. it's uncanny, but I wrote of that fisherman analogy to a friend once, talking about why she can ignore some of the men that try to get her (to quote from the letter, "they are like blind fisherman throwing their lines out into the world"). So yes, I think your poem is quite deeply true and effective. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 07/23/03 at 01:29 PM :) You know I liked this one. Snap! |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 09/03/03 at 10:33 AM The challenge was definitely met and surpassed, a great job. I think you captured an accurate point of view, one that could be valid from a male perspective as well--cept for that last line, amusing as it was. :) |
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