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The Hunt
Virgin Mary looks benignly at
Us, two little girls dressed in curtains-
sewn-into-gowns, tip-toeing on the rocks
in the pond at her feet.
I laugh at Diana as she slips
and her laced hems dip into
The murky surface
Filmed with frogs' eggs.
She scoops water with her hand,
The other holding a mayonnaise jar
And she splashes me
And I splash back...
Soon it is a squealing,
Splashing contest and we run
Around the pond shaped like
A yoni.
But we are there for the tadpoles...
So we lie in the water, letting them
Swim into our sour traps, unaware,
That they will sprout legs and arms in captivity.
Wet and dirty, we go home--
Proud of our squirming little
Prisoners caught in the womb
Of our old mayonnaise jars.
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| Andy! I couldn't help but laugh out loud when i read your comment. You sensed what i was not saying outright, but i will not spoil the fun by revealing it. :P You're on to something and yes, i meant it to portend a future that the innocence of childhood only knows at a subliminal level. Thank you for "getting" it. :* - Cristina |
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| A brilliantly playful piece in terms of language and chains of meaning: 'Diana' being the God of hunting; the evolution of the tadpoles in creativity along with the evolution of the poem; the symbolic 'yoni'. Whilst I see the light-heartedness of the other readers, there is also a simmerng level of threat here, too - like the Blake poems that never state whether innocence or experience is the better state: is it better to have the eyes of the adult and be aware, or not? I read disquiet in the amnout that the children are unaware of: it even questions 'the male gaze' (maybe that's just me...). All is not what it seems here, and it is fab because of it. |
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| thank you John and Jill for the comments! this is a memory from my childhood. i guess it's always fun looking back at the scene with the eyes of an adult. |
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Comment by: Kerosene Online- 2007-02-20 18:57
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Nice light-hearted poem. This line stuck out to me. Very creative.
Prisoners caught in the womb
Thanks for sharing, Tina.
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| Vividlly described, this has a lovely sense of fun and girlish playfulness, with beautiful descriptions - we can witness this scene so clearly it comes to life as we watch and listen! I particularly liked the way you have described the slithery rocks and the jars. Well done. |
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