My heart is a clothing bag
stashed in the closet of a stranger’s land.
The hung costumes attack.
Treguna Mekoides and Trecorum Satis Dee,
my culture stabs instead of grasps.
Childhood was a slow dredge
on a fluted tin washboard.
Once I rode a chariot of soapy clouds
among roaring ocean crowds,
a schoolgirl steaming wrinkles from a dream.
Walked on the water the day of my wedding,
virginity sinking in the heavy scent
of dirty satin bedding,
my legs, a tangled updo
of sanctified placental seaweed.
Womanhood is for warriors, though.
Try adventuring with one foot free.
A sailboat readied
while the other foot anchors,
the other foot begs, Mommy!
the other foot buries itself
below the blood-drenched sand
until the coat hanger latches
and the heart attacks
in the closet of a stranger’s land.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Artwork: ‘Memory the Heart” Frida Kahlo
I think this one still needs some polishing so any advice is most welcome.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Some very memorable imagery here – ‘virginity sinking in the heavy scent
of dirty satin bedding’, ‘I rode a chariot of soapy clouds
among roaring ocean crowds’ = great depiction of both that vivid childhood imagination and the bittersweet aftermath of wedding night. Exquisitely written, K! ❤
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Thank you, Tom. 💜 Frida’s work is stunning. I think the metaphors may be a bit mixed in this one. But individually, I like each part. Together, a bit of a Frankenstien still.
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They definitely compliment each other well! Great choice ❤
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Thank you. 💜
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Oh how I love the way this poem is written. So feminine, so gentle and so beautiful. Let’s celebrate womanhood and all that comes with it 😂
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Indeed. Culture, costumes, they are cut a part of a woman’s character. Thank you for this lively comment. 💜
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“my culture stabs instead of grasps.” That really says it all for me. I enjoyed the multiple layers of this write, which connect to a crescendo of complexity and strength in its conclusion. Lovely write, K. 💜
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Thank you, Jeff. Our lives and are clothing are often layered. Thank you for this new perspective on it as it guides me to a way to perhaps tie this one together even more clearly. I am so grateful for your insights. 💜
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You’re welcome, K. It’s always my pleasure to read you. Delightful and always insightful. Oh, I’m glad this is so, it’s so much fun to share insights, and see what comes. Lovely. 💜
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Very poignant and evocative prose.
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It is beautiful and I felt it was woven well, it takes me through the heart of a woman. Lovely 💝✨
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Thank you. I appreciate your kind comments. I had this instant attraction to this particular Kahlo painting. I knew it had something to say.
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Frida Kahlo and her work are great inspiration aren’t they? The images in this grabbed me – you wove so much into each stanza. Fabulously done.
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Thank you. I agree. I will be sure to visit her works more often if the well feels dry.
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Some incredible imagery in here. I especially love the second stanza. It has a great rhythm and the last line really took my fancy. And then the rhythm come back in full force in the final stanza. So powerful!
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Thank you, Worms. I love it when a poem has something to say and doesn’t care how disjointed it gets in saying it. I’m glad you found it impactful. Thank you, friend.
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Outstanding K! Vivid and jarring, perfectly composed!
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Thank you, Tiff. 💜🦋Happy Friday!
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This is a stunning poem, K. I like the mixed metaphors.🙂🙂🙂
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Thank you so much, Carolyn. 😊
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❤😎❤
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