Earth

shudders

 winds

rise

rivers

swell

then

burst.

 

Silence

 

Shattered:

a tiny

voice

screams

howls

whimpers

murmurs,

hush.

 

A girl

 

Tears

 

Cruel

insertion

harsh

initiation

 

The shape of things to come.

 

(a girl!)

 

(pity)

 

Writhing

howling

gruesome

thing ,

unloved

in truest form,

left

cold and whimpering

at the

bottom

of  the steps

of this house.

 # I wrote this a while ago as a means of introducing the Unwoman, a central figure in a collection of poems that I am patiently putting together. It may well need revision but I am giving it a little air.