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overveil & underskull
by Mainon A Schwartzyou are superspun and overveiled--a mountain with black snow;
the cradlechest of mothers lies unopened on your floor.
the air is filled with terrorlove and smells as though it's stale,
but fingergrips are oh-so-tight and cling to what's not there.
you are criss-crossbarred and fervorbound with circumstance and fate;
they say youre blind but wonderlost-- i don't know why you're afraid.
your underskull is seeping dread, conflated with desire,
but groping hands and timidreach may yet release the child.
10/13/2003 Author's Note: I cannot fault her for not being a good mother
when she is so shrouded in tradition and blindness.
(Who knows but that I would be the same,
if I could not see what was tapping on my skull?)
Googlesearch: Zahra, Massoumeh Naderi
Posted on 10/13/2003
Copyright © 2025 Mainon A Schwartz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/15/03 at 02:37 PM ...holy f*ck. this is incredible. how do you come up with such things??? jesus. "you are superspun and overveiled--a mountain with black snow;
and the cradlechest of mothers lies unopened on your floor.
the air is filled with terrorlove and smells as though it's stale,
but fingergrips are oh-so-tight and cling to what's not there." *bows down.* i'm not worthy. |
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