The Woman and the Beast

Her chest hurt. A lot.
Too young for a heart attack.
Not enough food for indigestion.
She laid a hand over it, gingerly, as if her ribs might break.
She fell hard on her bottom and a sob escaped
Like the cry of a wounded beast.
So wounded it stopped the world
as she sat, airless and afraid.
Fatigue fueled her spirit.
I’m tired I’m tired I’m so tired, she cried.
Get Up!
Roared the beast.
Get Up!
And there it was, a great wounded beast
towering above her.
Get Up!
It bayed.
In terror, her fatigue forgotten, she launched herself up
to run
And just before she did
looked up into the eyes of the towery beast
and saw
Herself
bloodied and broken hurt and alone awkward and desperate
angry and afraid.
The deeper she looked into the beast’s eyes
The more she understood her fatigue
And so she howled at it as loud as she could.
The beast, never having been yelled at before, reeled in surprise,
paused, and then yelled back with all of its
anger-filled might.
And so there they stood,
The woman and the beast,
oval pointed face to mighty great belly
Roaring at each other until Mother Wind and Father Lightening
joined in the chorus and laid a litany of sound across the earth.
They stood like that for an age.
Until her fatigue dripped from her like rain,
falling off in great sheets of wet relief.
Until the beast’s anger consumed itself,
and wounds closed up like a flower at dusk.
And all that was left
Was Me.
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Filed under Fiction, Love, Poetry, Spiritual, Women/Feminist, Writing

11 responses to “The Woman and the Beast

  1. randall

    Reminds me of Rilke mixed with a little Tolkien. Very beautiul…and just in case you have forgotten, remember- the journey is the destination. Enjoy.

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  2. randall

    sorry- I mis-spelled beautiful. It is late and my journey is starting to fall asleep.

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  3. Doktor Holocaust

    … and then they had a litter of cute little therianthropic beastkids, hired a sitter in striped stockings, stuck a camera in the nursery, and lived comfortably ever after on the proceeds of Muppet Babies merchandise?

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  4. That is beautiful and very thought provoking. Facing the beast is something we all need to do. Getting the courage to do so is another thing.
    Thanks for sharing this
    Bill

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  5. Doktor Holocaust

    I think the space between the Woman and the Beast, that distance between Fatigue and Anger, is one of the more fascinating things about the poem, and I like the idea that facing anger leads to a better comprehension of fatigue and vice versa. this is the kind of thing I should read when I’m tired and angry at the world.

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  6. poseidonsmuse

    Simonne! So nice reading your words and thoughts again…Fatigue and anger are nasty beasts, as are fear and frustration. I sensed the urgency and tension in these words – beautiful wordplay….xoxo

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  7. And so you have cast off another demon. Well done and beautifully put.
    Annie

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  8. Wow! This is a profoundly eloquent and evocative work of word art. Thank you abundantly for this Divine gift of heart, soul, and spirit. xo, MW

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  9. Grace

    ~~~Applauding~~~

    YOU GO, GODDESS!!

    (wow….your words are like a pure shot of WHAM!)

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  10. Hi Randall, thank you πŸ™‚
    Hey Bill – yes, facing the beast is one of life’s joys, no?!
    Nice musing Doc…
    Thanks Muse, Annie, MW and Grace – what a chorus of goddesses to find here! Wonderful, wonderful! πŸ™‚

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