The Beast in Every Woman

The Beast in Every Woman

A Poem by Deborah Hamilton

 

The beast in every woman is

unlocked on some Sundays

as a

reminder.

These beasts,

ferocious and sometimes

unkind and distasteful,

congregate with violent winds and

bassists and

they are oily and dark

and their mothers could never hold on

long enough to straighten

their collars nor

to feed them cantaloupe and

cottage cheese.

Petite scavengers with

skillful bicuspids and

around-the-world eyes, they

sixth-sense everything before

they plan and cabal and

dive and conquer and eventually

rest

to eat a warm piece of pie.


These beasts,

almost wicked enough to harness time,

are plenty sly and

cause concern.

Slick, wily and fierce,

busting all institutions into

a pants-down stance,

all networks, every enterprise

wrapped under furious control

gut-wrenching twisters, honey,

mind-benders, baby, but giving all

warm embraces with

savage intellect, this from

every beast.


Fear, shiver and be crazed when

they cluster;

their onslaught shall parlay ruin.

There's an exhibitionist agreement

amongst beasts,

all unrestrained,

twirling,

howling,

beauty from muscle and

fat and veins and hair,

sometimes also

sitting around scratching something,

maybe chewing on a cuticle,

maybe eating sherbet.



Beasts aren't for sale;

it's been so decided.

Beasts are of grace,

confident,

razor-witted,

not doe-eyed nor faint-hearted,

not when days are such as today

with twenty-four hours.


It's never been

when push comes to shove

with beasts;

when glare comes to push, that

push better send a beast into outer space

or

damn

some Sunday.



© 2010 Deborah Hamilton


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Ah, yes. Women do have that mysterious, volatile, dangerous side to them. This captures it so well. Maybe too well - it's downright scary. Women are to be "handled with care" - like explosives. Great write, very creative and descriptive.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Yeah well; whoever said women were the weaker sex, was a prat of the first order.

You describe the most able predator on the planet quite perfectly.

Love that phrase 'around the world eyes.'

T

Posted 8 Years Ago


Welcome, nice to meet you, I'm going to enjoy your words, I can tell already . . .

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Deborah Hamilton
Deborah Hamilton

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