painting: The Martyr of Solway by John Millias, 1871.
“And like a sunset were her lips,
A stormy sunset on doomed ships;
A citron colour gloomed in her hair,”From The Wanderings of Oisin: Book One by W. B. Yeats.
she lights up a room / she’s a sorceress
stunning, a vision / a hag, she’s a witch
who’ll take your breath away / a contentious crone,
intelligent, ebullient / never married, alone,
with eyes, deep pools of mystery / entertaining demons in her bed
fierce, strong, confident, fiery / crimson curls crown her head
the handiwork of deities / her strange affliction is plain to see
she listens to her intuition / practicing her alchemy
wise for her years, an inspiration / she sees things others cannot see
she is beautiful inside and out / poison runs through her veins
~kat
A Cleave Poem for Jane Dougherty’s Challenge: A month with Yeats: Day Five. Today’s verse is shown above.
I thought about how we think of women. How the very things we admire today in strong, independent women, might have gotten them hung or burned at the stake in previous times. Not that I’m overly optimistic. We still objectify beauty and youth. Methinks we have a little further to evolve before we get it right. Peace. 😊
A Cleave Poem is three poems in one. Read the left column, top to bottom, then the right column, top to bottom. And finally read each line across.
like mercury colliding... 
November 6th, 2017 at 1:22 am
“Methinks we have a little further to evolve” – we need to be careful here as it seems that we are descending here in US of A.
Sorry, how can I think of evolution when our leaders are trying to teach creationism in schools.
Well done with your Cleave poem.
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November 6th, 2017 at 5:48 am
It is insanity. Denying science and reality in so many ways. The origin of our universe and the people who populate this planet, climate change..we are devolving…😟 thanks for the comment.
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November 6th, 2017 at 1:27 pm
Planet of the Apes ( or donkeys for that matter) are coming.
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November 6th, 2017 at 8:07 pm
Or even scarier…AI! 😳
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November 6th, 2017 at 9:53 pm
Yes, Ape Intelligence.
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November 6th, 2017 at 10:35 pm
Haha! That’s a good one! 🙂
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November 6th, 2017 at 3:30 am
True and sad and beautifully put, Kat.
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November 6th, 2017 at 5:56 am
Thank you Jane. 😊
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November 6th, 2017 at 8:16 am
🙂
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November 6th, 2017 at 7:17 am
I think I’m at that stage of life where I KNOW that it will not change within my lifetime. Only when the whole world adopts a Matriarchal society will we stand a chance of getting it right. I still live in hope!
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November 6th, 2017 at 2:44 pm
Ah…an enlightened gent in our midst. I’m with you though Peter. Will likely not see it in this lifetime. 😉
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November 6th, 2017 at 11:04 am
This is a VERY good cleave poem, Kat!
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November 6th, 2017 at 8:10 pm
Thank you soooo much Kathryn. You know how much I love the Cleave. ❤️
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November 6th, 2017 at 12:32 pm
Truly Marvelous! 😎😎😎😎😎
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