This is for Real Toads, where we are trying piggyback poems. My first and last lines come from the poem “The Horses, the Sorrow, the Umbilicus” by Maureen Hynes. Follow the link to read the original poem.
Looking to her left, looking to her right
Looking, always for someplace safe
Someplace, where she can be appreciated —
Looking even for someplace where she can be
Herself, with out being struck down like
A tree grown too tall //
She keeps looking, like a flower for the
Sun, like a wise owl gazing at the
Moon, wondering “Who, who, who?”
Looking to her left, looking to her right.
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How I love this, especially the looking “like a flower for the sun, like a wise owl gazing at the moon, wondering “who, who, who?” ” Just wonderful.
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I too like the lines about the the wise owl gazing at the moon. I wonder what owls think of the moon and stars.
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Oh, the wonder of it to find a place to be herself is so endearing.
-HA
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A man grows tall and he is admired … a woman and she is mocked at quite often, struck down. Must beware!
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The theme of gender equality is strong in this piece. How sad it is after so many years of demonstable truth that there should be no division, no ranking of the sexes it sadly continues. Just what are males afraid of? Even in Australia where equality is encouraged the problem raises its ugly head in various fields including wage equality! The bigots will be playing the game for years I am afraid.
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Seek and ye shall find…one hopes. Nothing that is not sought is ever found. Nice capture, this.
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the sense of unease is tangible not least within the repetitions – very nice imagery and metre
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Love the outside introspection of this…if that makes any sense. The repeated line, first and last, that ever craning of the head here and there. Looking for herself perhaps….everywhere but in.
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“She keeps looking, like a flower for the
Sun, like a wise owl gazing at the
Moon, wondering “Who, who, who?”
I love these images, and the fact that you began and ended this poem with the same line.
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