Sun 22nd Feb 2015 18:26
Posted before, but a long time ago. It's one that still resonates with me, even as the writer. I'm enjoying some serious back-checking of my portfolio, very keen to complete the format of a first book, as I have been much encouraged to do for a long time. And I have to be serious here - TIME is not forever.
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Laura Taylor
Mon 8th Jun 2015 09:42
I don't know HOW I missed this except to say that I was quite depressed over xmas and maybe didn't want to communicate with anyone. That's how it gets you sometimes.
Anyway, this is an amazing poem Cynthia. I love how you're so unafraid to really get into the physicality of your subject. It's something women won't talk about much as well - especially the smell of the blood.
Some killer lines in here:
Every love act that was good
Is in the memory of my body.
Those who really knew me there
Are with me there.
Oh yes. It is so important and life-affirming, good sex. I was raped when in my teens, and didn't recover joy in sexuality until my late 30s and early 40s. I'm incredibly pissed off about that as it feels like it was stolen from me, but I'm VERY pleased that I do have it back finally. And making the most of it :)
The idea of a cunt writhing in the poignancy of its own life. Wow.
I may be completely wrong here, but towards the end of the poem, is that like as a woman ages, and sensation begins to lessen - tonight my body remembers and searches? If you know what I mean?
This is a fantastic poem. So glad I found it.
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