Pearl in Her Cup (Version Two)

 

Branks arresting,

with scarlet blows, welts.

Migraines for mothers, a death for daughters.

 

He gave her poisoned electric eels,

she prefers sweet-breads (noo, not those).

Where have all the gentle-men gone?

 

So,

she bears...

(She bears she-bears?)

...up.

 

The pearl boils and writhes,

the cup hottens.

Then BREAKS!!!!

Aaannnddd thennnn

she WILL rip ope' the cage,

she WILL reforge it into a

(heh) ball and chain!!

Aaannnddd thennnn...

ROARRRRR!!!!! (obvi)

 

Look at 'er go!

 

A Boudicca,

a Jeanne,

a Ranee of Jhansi...

in mom jeans, sweat pants, or?

In victory

she laughs,

a cool rain, a flood 

in fractured deserts. 

Dances a reverse Kali step.

Then she will smile 

and gladly (gentle-man, there you are!) accept the flowers

you bought for her.

The pearl is love.

 

DB/7.2023