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Sword Posta by Lisa Shea

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Sugar and Spice

Brigitte Goetze

I have been golden, sweet
butter pressed into ornate molds,
so yielding, my mother offered up
my aid to anyone found ailing
in body or soul. I went without dissent.
A girl that nice contains
not a speck of spice.

I have been black basalt,
inscribed with sacred texts
obstructing my heart’s desire
to know a void divined
below my waist: “I do not need a mate.”
A girl that obstinate falls
for the first appearing pirate.

I’ve crossed the seas, a brigand’s bird.
The crow’s-nest was all he gave
for space. I coveted once
instead to be his galley’s figurehead.
Now, salt-sprayed, wind-whipped, gaunt—I climb out.
A girl that cold takes
her share of the cargo hold.




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Reader Feedback:
"takes her share of the cargo hold". This resonates for me, throughout the poem with growing up "as told" and then, unprepared, going through the motions of meeting one's needs and learning that one needs to move on. Well done!
~Eileen