I am at a poetry retreat, and I have just realized I haven’t posted any new poetry in ages! Here is one that was prompted by discussion around the table last night.
Men are afraid that women will laugh at them.
Women are afraid that men will kill them
~ Margaret Atwood
she is laughing
at his wizened, flapping sword
it is not slashing, slicing, dividing
head from heart.
Impalement is not a virtue in itself
ecstacy can take or leave it.
She desires his desire,
not his possession.