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Perfumed

 

And he removed my underwear with the force of an eager man,

hardened by desire.

Only to find:

the blooms of innocence,

still fresh, undamaged,

smelling like the cries of a thousand women raped.

His nostrils filled with a perfume

he could not contain.

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Poem: Anna McKay

Top image: Kimber Beck

Bottom image: Alexandra Sophie

Land

sammy sablink winter migration

I fell asleep
in the land
and when I woke
it had consumed me.

I wrote this super tiny poem about this image ‘Winter Migration’ by Belgian artist Sammy Slabbinck. Sammy’s collages are always really lovely and combine people and nature seamlessly.

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Swallowed

Here’s another poem I wrote inspired by a piece of art.

Swallowed.

When I met the lion
he told me it was love
so I allowed him
to swallow me
whole.

Inside the lion
there was little to do.
And so his ribs
became my cage
and the lion
my master.

It is lonely at his zoo.

Ana-Teresa-Barboza

This image is by Ana Teresa Barboza. I also did a This vs. That on this image last year which you can take a look at here.

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Move Monday: Young Girls

I just adore this music video by Princess Nokia. Not only is the song really cool but the video is incredibly powerful and a good reminder about the honest connection and respect between women and nature. Living in my technology driven world it is a refreshing change to see women celebrating life with each other and our Mother Earth. Listen to the lyrics because they are really good. And then maybe watch it again. Beauty and power. x

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Ice

It’s been a while since I wrote a poem based on a piece of art. I had hoped to do this more on The Visual Female. So as it is a new year and I happened to be feeling inspired today I have written this small poem about this piece of art by Lente Scura.

lente scura

It was cold
when you left

I was barely clothed
and my hair turned blue.

It was like you had cast
ice over me
and with each shiver
moved further away.

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