Love Poem, by Audre Lorde
Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigid as mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.
And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
from the split cup
impaled on a lance of tongues
on the tips of her breasts on her navel
and my breath
howling into her entrances
through lungs of pain.
Greedy as herring-gulls
or a child
I swing out over the earth
over and over
Us and them, sliced on and on
into ever thinner shards, until
the world is bloody ground glass.
Is that what you see when you
look at a meadow? No. Look
how many pieces to a tree.
Each blade of grass together
makes a cushion to lie down
and rest upon. You may enjoy
The flowers of the field without
picking them. Allow their faces
to turn to the sun, bees to sip.
Wherever you are in the land-
scape, know that each precious
brushstroke creates masterpiece.
My poem is loosely inspired by Audre Lord’s, “Love Poem.”
Anmol (alias HA) is today’s host for dVerse. Anmol says:
For today’s prompt, I invite you to take inspiration from the poets and poems shared here. You can write a poem about pride, gender fluidity, sexuality, protest, et al. or you can just pick a line from one of these verses and build your poem around it (duly quoting the poet and the poem). To make it even more open, you can also write about the continuing fight for equality and the realisation of the aspirations of the marginalised communities.