Her for Her (Ode to Anna Akhmatova)

poem by: Q. Ramirez
Written on Jan 04, 2016

Her soul is overfilled bursting like a red pomegranate seed
With a suicidal thought and how to bleed
Recalling Her nested in her soul
Heart’s pounding love for her to dole

Whose life from men her life began to roll
Though, she did not call for Adam as all know
Instead she called for Eve to compensate her bliss
Her rib for her she would agree to miss

As now she drinks sweet wine from her lesbianic chalice
Swears to place her on a pedestal and build her palace
Her silent pain of how men treated her, befall
Of putting up another stone upon her wall



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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Great poem, and Adam's rib has inspired many poets...mine was featured as the Weekly Poem in 2015 on The Oz Poetic Society site. You should consider submitting some of your brilliant poems to them.


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