Poetry in Pink
I
Attentions shift at Heathrow’s
Terminal 5 Tel Aviv-bound gate
as palpably potent femininity approaches.
A syncopating shock of blond curls
…and…
oscillating hips
backbeat to the rhythm
of pretty legs
under a chorus of pink flared skirt.
(Postulating in Hebrew:)
“Watch my things!?
What!?
(Seeing my face.)
You’re NOT Jewish!
(She exclaims in classic deniable feminine nuance.)
Do you know where I can get a calling card?”
I proffer possibilities.
Pointing to four seats
straining with “carry-on”
she pronounces: “I’ll be back in twenty-minutes.”
I concede with a nod.
Two boarding announcements later,
she returns.
“I lived in LA six months!” She boasts.
“I LOVE LA!!
My grandmother is now alone.
My heart said:
Go to your grandmother!
So I go!
This is the kind of woman I am.”
II
This Woman – as all women -
are
Divine Wisdom incarnate!
This Woman
– poetry in pink -
only now crossing the
diaphanous divide between
child to adult – girl to woman…
Endowed…christened…ordained.
Her nature. Her character. Her birthright.
She has been entrusted.
Her fiduciary charge?
To boldly, confidently embody
her Femininity…
Face, hair, breasts, waist, hips, bum, legs – Illumined!
Radiant essence of gender feminine.
No coquettishness. No come-on.
Rather,
she faithfully personifies the Mystery’s vital and
formidable feminine force.
It is this energy’s presence that captivates.
It is this energy that shamelessly causes
men to forget!
The feminine eschews domestication!
Her sovereign nature is her own!
Though, too, the feminine occupies
- in modest degree – boys and men…
Her first home:
the bodies of girls and women.
Yet too, the terror and tyranny of
society’s patriarchal and ideological enmity
has rendered the feminine
an enemy of the State!
Girls and women shrug
and toil
– burdened –
under the weight
of millenniums of social indictment.
Nearly none however
are held
in the requisite
and sufficient strength
of a clean
and undemanding masculine attention.
Such deprivation undermines
the coalescing of her confidence
thus rendering
the embodiment
of her charge
improbable.
So too, humanity’s emancipation!
For femininity’s wildly wildly nuanced motion
providentially
and forever changes
positively
all who embrace Her wonders.
Profound? Yes!
Staggering wondrous? Yes!
And wildly, wildly alive? Yes!
Untamed! and untameable? Yes!
III
Yes! to her sovereign autonomy!
to her dignity, innocence and beauty!
Yes! to her voice, expression, contribution, participation!
to her place in the grander scheme of things.
Yes! to her inclusion!
Acknowledging – recognizing – seeing her!
Yes! to her belonging!
to loving her!
Yes! to her ruthless undomesticated fierce and gentle
potent feminine robust Wild Nature!
Yes! to girls and women!
to her safety with and from all others!
Yes! to poetry in pink!
© 2011 Stephen Victor
I can’t help but like this to some of D.H. Lawrences poetry whereby he proclaims the beauty of a woman as a power onto itself. Pink has always been the proverbial girl color to wear from birth, we know the baby is a girl by her adornment. So to it is this that the author proclaims the beauty as to poetry in Pink-the lovely lass, that has the freedom of seductive prowess in a nature uninhibited and freeing type of way, (she barely notices it herself) I live in L.A. the bubbly charm of youth at its finest while the sophisticated author becomes overcome by her exuberance. I say Poetry in Pink is a great way to introduce the lady, for the author witnesses that she is indeed fair of face and young of heart. Bravo to you!
Seems I am as easily overcome by acknowledgements of my poetry…how curious I am…
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