Tamar and Yehudah

I wish I were Tamar

Who kept her pledge

And cast her net

wider than Yehuda’s,

whether he liked it or not

Who are you, Tamar?

“A lethal woman,

methinks”,Yehuda’s

delusory prejudice.

Beware the fatherless

widow’s oppression.

Disgrace.

I know who you are,

whether you like it or not

Chagall-Tamar_the_daughter-in-law_of_Judah

-Who are you, veiled

woman?

– Don’t you know?

For money, but a kid

shall do, you may know

me better. No kid, no mo-

ney? I bet you can pledge

thy seal, cord and staff,

whether you like it or not

-Who do you think

you are, Tamar?

You show, my girl

A harlot methinks,

and only fire may pur-

ify thy offense. Pray,

Who’s the father?

-The Man who  pledged

this seal, cord and staff,

Whether he liked it or not

-Whether you like it or not,

You are more in the right

than I, Tamar: I did not give

you to my son Shelah.

Who am I?

I am Tamar, a woman of

valor who, to establish seed,

no shame, no scruple

may stop at hollow men,

made him swallow

hook, line and sinker,

so his sons

find their way home

and fulfill his pledge

Amen

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Scheherazade

Scheherazade

I wish I were, the daughter’s vizier,

sly Scheherazade,

Who wished she’d never had

her nakedness to hide

from king Shahriyar,

with one thousand

and one veils.

 

For, as the Persian story intim-

ates: ardent King once bitten,

three thousand shy, slaughters

bride, after bride, after bride,

after bride, until the kingdom,

Shahriyar’s bleak landscape,

of noble virgins runs dry.

 

Queen! Must always deceit and

intimacy pair to make

hearts in the end unite?

 

Ours, was love at first sight,

but oriental intimacy un-

veiled a two stories house

encumbered with,

at the bottom,

your Mum and Dad’s apart-

ment, your boyhood room

atop, tear our alcove apart.

 

Only bedtime stories,

veiled parables, intim-

ideation will the ancestral intim-

idation, one veil at a time,

strip off, un-

till our souls coalesce.

 

 

For Rim A.

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The Feminist Icarista: Ana Mendieta

Last Silueta

You fell into the pit of Cuban revolution, first exodus

And you were told: “it’s no good lingering over the pit

In war anything and everything goes, if you want to fit”

Peripheral excavating of thy heritage wills your uprising

 Pedro Pan girl in American exile, won’t states’ plaything

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Scenette

Looking back. What is harmony? between man and woman, between personalities, between nations, between generations… How to create harmony? Through disharmony?

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Bruegel_IcarusShe opened the coffee table book and stopped at the reproduction of Bruegel’s “Landscape with the fall of Icarus”

He: Found something interesting?

She: Is it sunset or sunrise?

He, from the corner of his eye, handing her tea: More like sunset. What’s the difference? Who cares anyway?

Who Cares

The self-absorbed ploughman ploughs the bountiful soil

Expensive ship cruise the rocky shores: life’s at its height

The bemused shepherd muses: perfect day, no spoil

No one can care less when Icarus reaches twilight

The selfish fisherman lounges to fish on the sea shore

End of a journey: the sun does not shine so bright

Icarus’ legs clown like the legs of Belmer’s whores

Daedalus’ stellar son was not prepared for such a flight

Belmer_Cephalopode

Who Cares

The fantastiKarus must fall

Forever

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He, taking the book of her hands and She not opposing resistance: You’re so absorbed!

She: Why doesn’t…

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Bruegel_IcarusShe opened the coffee table book and stopped at the reproduction of Bruegel’s “Landscape with the fall of Icarus”

He: Found something interesting?

She: Is it sunset or sunrise?

He, from the corner of his eye, handing her tea: More like sunset. What’s the difference? Who cares anyway?

Who Cares

The self-absorbed ploughman ploughs the bountiful soil

Expensive ship cruise the rocky shores: life’s at its height

The bemused shepherd muses: perfect day, no spoil

No one can care less when Icarus reaches twilight

The selfish fisherman lounges to fish on the sea shore

End of a journey: the sun does not shine so bright

Icarus’ legs clown like the legs of Belmer’s whores

Daedalus’ stellar son was not prepared for such a flight

Belmer_Cephalopode

Who Cares

The fantastiKarus must fall

Forever

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He, taking the book of her hands and She not opposing resistance: You’re so absorbed!

She: Why doesn’t the fisherman fish him out?

He, dismissive: ’cause he’s long dead: heart attack, I guess

She: Broken heart

He: Suicide

She: Unbridled enthusiasm

He: Casualty of youth

She: Burnt out

He: Another idiot

She: Engulfed

He: A fool

She, vanquished: Who cares?

He, drying slowly a tear down her cheek with his index: Yes, the show must go on.

 

Who Cares

The seashell fragile Icarus must wreck

Forever

Wind beneath his wings, Icarus,

For a flash of enlightenment:

——————Splash—————

Flew so close the counterfeit sun

Downfall: the price for such a willful sin

Rebel without a cause, the reckless son

Must drown forever

The Fisher King watches the ship wings full blast

The benign sun smiles its anemic rays in the distance

Good shepherd Abel counts his sheep till last

Picaresque souls pry around for instant happenstance

Ploughman Cain tills his soul with acrimony

None could care less if they’d live

In harmony

 

She, intense with tears: But… I care, I care, I care

He, hands flying above his head: women are so e.motion.all!

She, flying at the door, leaving: Who cares?

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