This week at MEDUSA, we’re showcasing an original poem by Georgia Louise Luckhurst. This piece carries both ferocity and melancholy, playing with whimsical phrases and a monosyllabic ending. On this sunny Friday lunchtime, take a moment to drink in Georgia’s words, and ponder on the meaning.
I am a good woman when the crickets sing
and I undig myself emergent from the grass.
The reeds placate the part of me
that disavows my breakfast. I am above
the day to day, I am listening for
the myths they’ll pipe of me
when rain dislodges footprints,
loquacious tells in the mud.
We are finished being girls.
From here on out I am gargantuan,
I am an appetite,
I am an iconoclast.
That last syllable protrudes
like a tooth rejects a gnarled brace.
The stories of me will, like cliffs,
erode the fact in millennial drifts.
She ate men yelped tight with rind.
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