Poetry by Renée M. Sgroi – 10/17


Placental Paean

why write a light lyrical?
a delicate, balanced arabesque
in perfectly fitted
ballet pointe shoe?

my flat feet stomp this earth,
crush insects and plants cruelly,
my birth blood stains the garden’s soil,
the daffodils and hyacinths beneath

I am not a dancer,
precious of frame and
titillated with delight at
your outstretched champagne glass:

I slog the earth with bare hands,
feel sweat drip between brows and breasts,
the stench of labour and the rotting vegetables

I`ll leave lyrics for romantics,
swooning over fulsome ladies
manacled and twisted by their hobble skirts

let my verse annoy your history;
placental paean will yet sing for me.

For the Taken

she washes the dirt from the sheet

no Jesus, Mary Magdalene to perform the task
of washing away iniquities, or
the spirits of dead babies

in this place,
the only sound she sees is
ticking clocks,
measuring,

not fast enough
the minutes, seconds
lasting labour
under sweaty bodies,
drenched and groping,
filled with raging hatred

in this frozen time place

she is thirteen,
robbed from home
made to work
as sex slave object

yet prayers to the ancients, any god
won’t stop the clocks
ticking not fast enough

to free her from this trade,

maimed, and chained,
forever shackled
and claimed by a
bleeding, shattered, bed sheet

Oct.18, 2013

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Renée M. Sgroi is a poet, writer, and educator, and current president of the Brooklin Poetry Society. She is also secretary of the Writers’ Community of Durham Region (WCDR), and a member of the Association of Italian Canadian Writers (AICW). Her work has appeared in Canadian poetry journals such as Verse Afire, The Banister, and Prairie Journal. She is currently writing a chapbook focused on desire, and is polishing a fiction manuscript about identity. You can tweet her @ReneeMSgroi.