women’s issues

TWO POEMS (Happy Horror Week Scare: I’ll take ghosts, vampires, zombies anytime. Aging is my personal nightmare…)

 

CASH-POOR/CAN’T AFFORD YOUTH CULTURE ANYMORE

 

Nightmares about Soylent Green

Hungry? Worried about aging?

Thankfully, no Charlton Heston in the dream

 

Shopped at Walmart yesterday

Tomatoes spilled from inferior plastic tray

Some hit the floor but I’d already paid

 

Nothing grew in my back yard

Lost the planting will, everything’s hard

Sandy soil, anyway, is much too scarred

 

Food and water no longer seem healing

Garden medicine chest no longer appealing

Glancing in reflective glass, aged face has me reeling

 

Food, water, shelter and power

Supposed to create a protective tower

Framework for the body and soul bower

 

Poisoned is the water and food

Houses unaffordable yet devalued

Utilities effectuate disquietude

 

Ah, to be young and strong and ready to fight

To feel the blood pump while mood takes flight

But my side-effect of aging is terrible fright

 

Today is the future…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Ebay Gothic Skeleton Wall Mirror

 

 

tale-of-the-wife-of-bath-burne-jones

 

“WHAT DO WOMEN WANT?”

 

What do women want

According to medieval storytellers

“Sovereynte”

The ability to make her own decisions

I disagree

Women want beauty

The magic ticket to

Receive it all

When older,

Women want youth

AKA beauty

Let me prove

This to you

Disputing Chaucer and

His Wife of Bath Tale

Or, later, Sir Thomas Malory

And although Dame Ragnelle

Is given the honor of

“Knowing” what women want

The tale would be different

If an actual woman

Wrote the story:

 

So, you may remember that

King Arthur is chasing

(Poaching?)

A deer in haunted Inglewood Forest

Owned by the otherworldly

Sir Gromer Somer Joure

Who in anger, demands an answer

Within one year

(Or he will behead the king)

To the question:

What do women most desire?

 

Despairing, Arthur confides

In his nephew Sir Gawain

So the upbeat knight

Organizes a ride

Through the country

Asking women the question

But all the answers are different

(Okay, no women-change-their-minds-too-much jokes)

Desperate, Arthur returns to the forest

And meets a “loathly” lady

An ugly, old crone

Promising the answer

If he arranges for Gawain to wed her

Gawain agrees, to save his uncle

And Arthur finds Sir Gromer

Who is waiting with his sister

Lady Ragnelle, who happens to be

The “loathly” lady

She has quietly told him the answer is

“Sovereynte”

 

In bed, after wed

Gawain good-naturedly decides

To treat Ragnelle like a beautiful woman

Turning around

He sees she has transformed into a young

Stunning one

“You broke the spell

Cursed, to be old and ugly

Until a handsome young knight

Agreed to marry me”

But her looks will only be restored half the day

She gives him the choice:

Shall she be beautiful at night

When they are together

Or during the day

When they are with others?

Instead, Gawain gives her the sovereynté to make the choice herself

His answer lifts the curse for good

And Ragnelle’s beauty returns permanently

 

Beauty

Youth

Magical words

Why are there no real stories

About ugly, old men

Marrying beautiful, young women?

 

Well, ok, didn’t prove anything

Just another rant by an aging woman

Who happened to take a selfie

Facing the sun…

Um, hey, no knights

In my past or present

Can you lift the spell anyway?

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Burne-Jones, Tale of the Wife of Bath, Victorian Web

 

 

HOLD ME

 

Does Mother Earth

Ever tire from her

Single parent role

Doing it all

Constantly impregnated

Fighting the seeping poisons

Raining down from Father Sky

Flooding up from her secret lover

Riptide-tossed Ocean

 

Exhausting days

As she craves

A protective cradling

Being held and hearing a deep voice

Whispering, All will be right

Rest with me

Healing words encouraging

Mother Earth’s protective aura

To radiate once again

Strengthening the soil’s largesse

Bringing sweetness to the smell of Wind

Cleansing the Waters and all dwelling in his domain

Receiving, once again, sky Fire’s passionate touch

But when?

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: ·  qimmahrussoI’ll Be Your World You Be My Universe. (Pinterest)

“DABBLER”

 

Oh Frida

Oh, oh Frida

“Dabbler”

Dismissed despite

An incredible oeuvre

That arose from

A palette of physical pain

Banishing mental anguish

Reading your writing

What an amazing brain

Frida, you are our heroine

Role model

Silently reaching out

To generations of women

Artists, poets, musicians, lap dancers

Or just those women gazing

At your messages in colorful oils

Oh Frida

We know

Who you are

You who will always resonate

A transcendence

Of patronizing voices

Laced with ignorance…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: News article 1933 Frida Kahlo posted on Brain Pickings

MAGDALENE FEAST DAY JULY 22ND

 

Mary Magdalene’s Feast day

Will skip the contentious theories

Wedding in Cana

Hers and The Preacher’s?

She the original Holy Grail

The Cup

The womb

Carrying the seed

If so, where are they?

Mary Magdalene

Mourning the Fisher King

Groin injury

No reproduction

Of future Sons

Land lying dying

Mary, they made you a whore

But DaVinci changed that

Visible when his painting cleaned

There you are

Not the table’s waitress

But a part of apostolic authors’ club

Mary, did you flee to the Camargue?

Are you real?

Did my Gypsy ancestor

Sara La Kali

Save your floundering boat?

Mary, why so many world-wide

Black Madonnas

In honor of your dusky, Mid East skin?

Myth

Folklore

All based in truth

Why through time

Are all intelligent women

Beaten, burned, diminished?

Mary, I seek your secrets

In the tarot

In the architecture

In the hidden scrolls

Where truth waits

To be uncovered…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens

IMAGE: Reni, Penitent Magdalene

SMITH COMMEMORATIVE

 

Why does Fate

Force some of us to wait

When we wish for Fame?

 

Talent unrewarded

Makes the mind disordered

Future promise dies from shame

 

Finally, dear Pamela Colman Smith

Your artistry depicting magic and myth

Has been lovingly recognized

 

A commemorative tarot tin

Your name first for the deck within

Has given what we prized

 

Rider-Waite never felt right

As I gazed at your art late into the night

When I was a very young girl

 

Like Edgar Allan Poe

So very long ago

You and others stayed hidden like a pearl

 

But genius and ability

Will demand visibility

Although you may never know

 

So like decades before

I read your images interpreting lore

Honoring the gift you did bestow…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens, ViataMaja

IMAGE: My tin of Smith-Waite tarot cards