Empty Cages by Lisa Marie Brodsky
After the deaths
I compared myself
to the Magdalene
or othersÂ’ views of
the Magdalene:
sexually explicit,
wanting, pleasuring
anything that moved.
I threw stones at myself,
looked in the mirror
at the swollen welts
then remembered we were
just women who wanted love,
misunderstood, mistaken;
perhaps when we gave
away our bodies we gave away
our hearts.
What if it actually meant something
or, rather, what if we burned out of
grief, out of a desire
to fill the Void?
01/26/2007 Posted on 01/26/2007 Copyright © 2024 Lisa Marie Brodsky
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 01/27/07 at 05:50 AM Beautiful, Lisa. I like the comparison and the image of looking in the mirror. I think your first line is affective. Even though we readers don't really know the specifics of the situation, we are still able to follow the idea and maybe relate to the grief that follows. |
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