[poetry] writing my wrongs

[kaberett]

I walk among you monstrous
    in disguise,
And I am canvas--vellum--
    for your eyes:
Inscribe, incise
    your meanings in my skin:
my voice, my tongue, my wiped-clean slate
    are yours.
Write me anew:
    woman, yes, and sweet
    and silent. English. Whole.
    A Galatea for another age.

Look closer.
    Your marks upon my flesh are not the first.
Not ink--at least, not legible, but here:
    my scars, my soul, my strength. And hear:
    the slightest lightest stumble, which betrays
my immigrant mouth. My wholly liminal self.

Comments

[kaberett]

Written in about April.

[shehasathree]

Oh, wow.

[kaberett]

♥

[worlds_of_smoke]

Oh.

[kaberett]

Thank you - it is so, so lovely to get responses to creative work, because poetry is definitely the aspect of this journal that I am shyest about.

[untonuggan]

Oooooooooooh...

*has no coherent response*

[kaberett]

Coherence is not required -- thank you so much for responding at all. As I said above, poetry is I think pretty much the thing I am shyest about sharing, so any response at all is immensely gratifying. <3

[inoru_no_hoshi]

Oooh. I am not sure what precisely this says to me, but I love the tone, the cadence, the—IDK, the gently confused but "here am I, strong" feel it has.

♥

[kaberett]

thank youuuuuuuu <3 I so love detailed feedback. You are AMAZING.

[inoru_no_hoshi]

Welcome~ <3 You also are amazing! :D ♥

[elisem]

Oh, my. And it builds so strongly beautifully to that last.

[kaberett]

Thank you so much - I so love it when people pull out things they particularly liked! (There is trying to be a sonnet that is companion to it, about the body as poetry, but that is still very much In The Works.)

[jamfish]

GUH. *________*

This is gorgeous.

[kaberett]

♥