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C.N.P Poetry 

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A Dance of Sisters; Plant me

By: Kira Rosemarie

A Dance of Sisters

Hair dripping honey-like down

Backs sheathed in smoothed elastane,

Both pressed

Like new pants ironed down

To retain clean-cut shapes,

Both stretched

With narrow dancer feet turned down

In perfect-form pointe positions,

Both limited

Only by those deft words slicing down

Through sweetly-growing minds,

Both bound

Together by blood and blonde and coming down

The hills kissed by dirt-smelling Kentucky bluegrass,

Both restricted

By the feminine and those looking down

Their contoured noses at these little girls,

Both confined

In bodies they pinch and poke and tear down

Until maybe there’s nothing left but spun-sinew dancers,

Both stopped

Until the day they finally join hands and walk down

Their own paths with flexed-flat feet,

Both free

Plant me

Plant me a platoon of peonies

Braided roots brazen against dry dirt

A tangle of bursting well-wishes

Combed through hairs of grass,

A growing tribute of gratitude to

Sun-damp soil and the

Tender touch of fingertips.

Solitary in a garden of earthly delights,

The heels of worn hands hewn grooves

Just skimming a surface of decay,

Of microbes decomposing tiny traumas,

The violent piercings of new life

Through the seed-shells sacrificing

Smooth protection for the possibility

Of blooming progeny.

A population of peonies, sweet innocence

In a heady incense, fragrant air

Taut with a tension of longing—

Longing for care drawn deep from

Some guilty sense of owing,

Of quelling verbal violence

With little whispers to torn leaves,

Telling them tomorrow they will be

Closer to the sky.


Kira Rosemarie is a writer and artist from Kentucky currently living in South Florida. She writes short fiction and poetry and was last published on The Dillydoun Review.


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