Woman- Aurora Phoenix

she wept

and the coliseum

crumbled in the wake

of her long -pent

anguish.

in her tears

she relinquished the burden

\rough-hewn marble headstone\

in the dammed ducts

of all the sisters,

daughters and mothers

who carried on

\dutiful and diligent\

when by all rights

bequeathed by Minerva

hard fought battle earned

they yearned to carry on

\keening and lamenting\

in disharmonious distress.

 

she raged

and Pompeii, lost

no longer, rises

from Vesuvian ashes

in riotous inferno

fueled of righteous

fury.

in her uproar

she releases the ghosts

\literary, literal and liturgical\

who, catlike, stole

tongue and very breath

of women on whose backs

\on their backs\

stripped and striped

cornerstones were planted

when by virtue

of their labors

they should be upright

\ranting and raving\

from birth to birthing

 

unleashed in the tempest

Eden’s serpent

for whose perfidy

she took the fall

\oh! how far she fell\

rises

and they dance

samba with the mamba

celebration of cerebration

until the snake is spent

and woven, powerless

\mainstream Medusa’d\

among her seething locks.


Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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