By What Name Are You Known?

it drips – blood –
beading in a thread from the weave you pricked into your skin, along your inner thigh, trying to disguise the blessed virgin’s face
it steeped up as an aubergine bruise, after you took tea with the stranger next door
all the while wearing a melancholic look –
lost child the world has come undone, and you despair
you are called by the lines – crow’s feet –
they roost under your eyes, a woman who discovered that her body, contained
within the expanse of breasts and vagina, was not a nesting place for those whose hands wear 6 inch nails
you seek under a slip of silk, a permission pass –
to yearn beyond, because Freud imagined a pear to be a poor substitute for an apple, but willingly blamed your hysteria on your vagina and monthly blood anyway –
it was easier than admitting his impotence

now you live in seclusion, in Baba Yaga’s Hut –
the foundations broken wishbones and the floor a scattering of chicken feathers
and you bend in on yourself under the weight of the gale, the sky a misfit black fisted threat, but it can’t break a willow’s spine, much less when the leaf has long been stripped
in some respect, you regret your awakening, you wish for the bald blindness that was once your shield and protection –
awareness is bitter, the pocked pit of the nectarine you bite into with canine teeth, tearing at the ruby coral labial flesh, scaling hand over foot to mouth, to over-ride the pain, scaffolding into the royal black sky, as the stars are hungry this night

so it is you fall back, nuzzling the earth, eating the meat of the flesh before loping away in graceful strides – wolf
costumed in this body so foreign it weighs, like a spinning globe in your hands, territories uncharted but lands raped between head space and anus –
you, cast out from the foothills, where the archer rests his long bow –
in the darkness you ask of the moon, could you be called by any other name, other than the typical, the mimeomia sameness a first skin all women wear
and she calls out – wild child
– and you accept, refusing to wear a crown of thorns

©2017 Scribbler’s Dipstick

mlmm prompt: wordle#157

1. Blood
2. Despair
3. Woman
4. Seek
5. Seclusion
6. Willowy
7. Beaten
8. Aware
9. Nectarine
10. Scaffold
11. Wolf
12. Mimeomia ((n.) the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to,even if it’s unfair,even if everyone else feels the same way — each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention,wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question,“What are you supposed to be?”)
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32 thoughts on “By What Name Are You Known?

  1. “it drips – blood –
    beading in a thread from the weave you pricked into your skin, along your inner thigh, trying to disguise the blessed virgin’s face
    it steeped up as an aubergine bruise, after you took tea with the stranger next door
    all the while wearing a melancholic look –
    lost child the world has come undone, and you despair
    the typical, the mimeomia sameness a first skin all women wear
    and she calls out – wild child
    – and you accept, refusing to wear a crown of thorns”: powerful, evocative, from first blood to last bleeding — the pain of the cycles, pain of womanliness, pain of virtue and longing. Much better a wild child than lost child — cycle full circle and then beyond.
    Breathless, the blood of your words races through my veins, temples pounding at the rush of recognition, of the forgetting and the knowing.
    One hell of a wordle, lady!

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    • oh thank you – wow, that’s such a great compliment Lorraine 🙂

      I really approached this wordle differently, and when I pulled threads from each word, there was a story waiting, and it kind of just wrote itself …. and I have to say, I really am pleased with this piece – it sits well with me – aspects and elements that I probably could spend much more time with 🙂

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    • ” temples pounding at the rush of recognition, of the forgetting and the knowing.” …that is a very interesting and deeply “welling” line …. could make for something upon which to step off ….. I’m sitting with this – it is markedly moving …..

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  2. You should be pleased — a keeper, with prequels, sequels, and doubtless spinoffs — not meaning this in a satirical or ironic way, but with an understanding that you have dipped your pen in an indelible and endless inkwell with this piece.

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    • thank you …. I get it …. and yes, perhaps the topic will continue, or perhaps I’ll pull something else from a few lines and see what happens? of course, the topic speaks of its own 😉

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      • Of course it speaks — it screams, shouts, whispers, murmurs. Reading the comments, I see you are getting the feedback you were looking for — people expressing how your words make you feel.
        Whatever space you end up in, you can write words that cut through — kudos to you for never playing it safe. A trait I admire.

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      • I’m grateful to each of you – so far, you, Michael and Yves, for you willingness to dip deeper into the well, and offer me some idea of how, some of what I write, can be read, understood, etc. Truly, it is with deep gratitude and humility that I receive these thoughts. So thank you.

        And well, I generally try not to play it safe, but sometimes I do – it can just ‘show up’ by not showing up ….

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  3. I did enjoy this Pat. Like I said the other day there is so much contained within these lines that discussion would be long and fruitful….to me it is a expose on womanhood….what makes you how you are despite the traumas of growing and the oppression that can be seen in being a woman….you write so powerfully, I have to gahter myself and try to understand all the images which strike me as being from the heart as much a reflection on past hurt…

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  4. Oh geezus Pat talk about an opening, the imagery in this is so savage and so potent and it is everything I wish I could write! I didn’t even realize I was reading a wordle because this is so completely yours and so fucking brilliant!

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    • wow – I’ve been sitting with this comment for a few days now – just haven’t been able to log in etc. and respond – but I’m really humbled, encouraged, inspired and blown away by your comment Yves. You have have no idea. And thank you 🙂

      And I do have to ask one thing? “savage” – interesting and unexpected word choice, but I think it’s “suited” and it doesn’t make me uncomfortable or upset, but do you think there is a “beauty” within the savageness and perhaps, if I may, power and rawness of this as well, or is it simply an “ugly truth” …. just curious.

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  5. This is beyond Amazing–your writing is very strong and powerful, a direct kick for full impact. I think if I were to pick just one little fave phrase, I’d go with “aubergine bruise”–Glorious! (I may have to write for this prompt, even though the pull date has passed–great word list 🙂 )

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    • thank you Jael 🙂

      I tend to write mostly in this style, although I write a fair bit of “nonsensical” lighter stuff, but that’s mostly for fairy tale/tale weaver prompts. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea – but I’m a bone collector when I get into the heart of things.

      I too like aubergine bruise – that was a genius stroke of inspiration for which I merely transcribed ….

      As for “best before dates?” Technically, the “policy” on MLMM is that Yves will read prompts even if the posts aren’t the current ones. There is no “real expiration date” – but not all the individual hosts have the time to jump back and check things out …. so you’re always free to play with whatever strikes your fancy – the point is finding inspiration – and if you do link on your post – it just may take time for Yves to eventually catch it up. So play as you wish – and most importantly, enjoy 🙂

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      • It’s interesting to me that you can switch from one writing style to another–that is TALENT. It’s rare that I can write light nonsensical–though sometimes if I’m a bit sleep-deprived, it happens 🙂 Thank you for your encouragement to be inspired and write–I always include the link for the prompt I’m writing to; and as I mentioned before, whether the hosts read and comment is not crucial to my blogging experience this time around. So it’s all good 🙂 Have a blessed day!

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      • Thank you for the compliment – I’m not sure about Talent, (I don’t do compliments well) but it’s about the process – and prompts are excellent exercises to stretch, pull and play – and most importantly, it’s the process – writing, creating can be hard, certainly, it’s practice and all that – but sometimes, it’s just as important to let go and just scribble and let the mind release …. so I do enjoy getting all silly 🙂

        that’s what it’s about, yes? encouragement –

        and actually, it’s a really amazing thing that you are able to just sit down and write – for you – without hanging on responses or comments – that shows a certain inner strength, knowing and commitment to yourself, your interests and passions – well done!

        I hope you have a wonderful day – and thank you 🙂

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  6. I admit to giggling at the line with Freud. Really how deeply can any man know a woman?
    I like the evolution or revelation of wolf… often loners but the females have been known to work together. 😉

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    • glad that you laughed at the Freud bit – that’s a good thing 😀

      it was an interesting write – so long ago? Is it really August! Hell! LOL – anyhow, it was fun to just pull and play with ideas and strings and see how it all would piece together 🙂

      wolves are amazing creatures – one of my faves actually – their whole social structure is fascinating, but then, I could say the same about all of the animal kingdom structures ….

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