When Lavender Last in the Landfill Grew
alliterative allusion
Daughter is the cruelest role,
crucifying mother on either side
of the solstice, breeding half-truths and lies
into destabilizing psychological space.
Hurling hurtful obscenities, words wielded for wounding,
layers upon layers of malicious muddled memories,
indictments for nonexistent incidents;
betrayal for its own sake, built around
one brutal truth, a scimitar sanctioning
silent suffering, sacrifice scrutinized as insufficient to satisfy self-serving innocently sinister stepmonsters circling servers, slanting and slandering sacred stations into salacious salutations
Slyly spilt skill.
Accused of strength.
Condemned for knowledge, a soul sister of Eve.
Grendel’s dam melodiously sweet in comparison;
the Wife of Bath refined, Daphne a whore.
Persephone ascends from autumnal slumber.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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All that lovely alliteration! Nods to Eliot, references to epic monsters, and notable literary women. Brilliant! I wonder if likening one’s mother to the race of Cain, suggests that arm-gnawing savagery cannot be far behind? Of course said daughter obviously glosses over the fact that the Wif for all her bombastic flourish tells an incredibly heartfelt moral tale. One wonders about these things.