Dear Readers:
Today, I am sharing with you my poem trilogy that was published in The Year of the Poet, a book by Inner Child Press where I was a featured poet this month – carrying such honor together with a fellow author. In their imagery, these poems deviate significantly from the majority of my previous lyrical compositions. I hope you will find their invitations to uncover my intended audience at least somewhat of enigmatic quality.
May the rest of your Sunday and new week a delightful one! As always, I look forward to your next visit.
the impotent puppeteer
not an inner beauty nor on the outside
unlike the tender roots where it sprouted
“a bad seed,” voiced only the wise
oh Medusa, how hath thou cloned thyself?
when hath thou destroyed
where hath thou buried
other Gorgons of Ceto
of Phorcys?
why, the choice to rejoice each dawning day
in the unsuspecting for their ills?
oh, how they added to thy antediluvian thrills!
he was no Perseus
naive
trusting
spell-stricken
blind
oh Medusa, how thou…
with one of thy latest winding tresses
chanted from the chest of a confidante’s conniving hisses
secreted his sole devotee the ultimate scarlet sentence
slithering in and out of her…
suffocated their blood from its essence
he was no Perseus
naive
trusting
spell-stricken
blind
a head, nevertheless, dons Athena’s shield today
a Gorgoneion,? Not in the least. Oh, nay!
Perseus, thy beloved mother knew its lethal envy for long
as hath thy father, the half-outcast, who did not belong
thy sister does at last
the well-meaning chauvinist
Hippolyte Cogniard and his brother The`odore
may be tempted to produce anew
their La cocarde tricolore
in 1839, after all, already
its roots penetrated the First French army
although Nicholas Chauvin – an apocryphal fighter
did probably spend not much time to ponder
what was to become of his exaggerated affection
for it to surpass time, space to infect grave degeneration
an innocent male of today owes him the concept’s doomed derivation:
a woman is obliged to appear pretty
full facial paint, short skirts, high heels are a must
men-attracting smiles should be frequent and a plenty
hair to be of buoyant design, unrehearsed – as on an odalisque bust
her beauty came from nature
its enticing aura lacked pretense
feminine from head to toe – with legs or without
she smiled – at her will and for herself
burst alluring laughters – when she desired
marriage also found her
inside a circle of cages
a mere twenty-four year-old…
the distorted-Chauvin-coveting one spoke:
what is it you expect?
where is your alternative?
who would accept you in his life?
years later, in rapid aging, he found love
dissolved swiftly his first marital union
wedded a woman less than half his age
on the other side of the globe
fences wore away
day by day
the twenty-four year old…
the learned ignorant
in a family of futile males
he reaped one day their parched tree’s single crop
none would dare to conceive the challenge to stop
his edification cured the lost honor of their patriarch
heading clans of men from many domineering generations
he bestowed upon the wives identical dispensations
for they birthed equally wasted boy-children
of fetal eminence
ages passed
indistinctive women attained nobility
as have the sons, their wives, the in-lawed ovaries
their descendants are donned with unrivaled extravagance
the sole daughter has been erased away
along with her nonmale offspring
a pre-natal larnyx had not been contracted to their matriarch…
hülyaswritings 