Your Mother
By Jane Hyphen
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She’s a stain on you your mother
On us, a serpent brimming spite
Casts her venom spit-hissed
And there’s no hope
No light relief, no antidote
Each interlude, each verse
Even when her voice
Is sweet, she sings a sting
A stitch, this toxic cloak
She knits us all around
Bitter is her craft
It’s not her fault you say
Her mother’s mother’s
Family all the same
Their tree grew twisted, gnarled
With cankers, hollowed through
Yet still it buds and blooms
With putrid nectar weeps
Ill will runs down to seep
The floorboards of our bond
And then the rot sets in
She is a taint on us
We stand no chance
To cut her off and
Cleave this noxious branch
She’ll leave the deadly spores
Upon the ground to take
Her form and haunt
Us through the years
And fortify my doubts
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of the parents, they fuck-you
of the parents, they fuck-you-up school of poetry.
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"To cut her off to and" didn
"To cut her off to and" didn't understand this line?
this is very angry! I hope you feel better now :0) It's like a speech out of Shakespeare
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This mother-in-law, I presume
This mother-in-law, I presume, sounds venomous but, nevertheless, I much enjoyed the writing.
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I've met one like that
I've met one like that (unfortunately) - deadly spores is spot on. Well deserved cherry
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Perhaps we could get them
Perhaps we could get them together, The one I know used to stalk me on here- probably still does. they might get along!
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Hi,
Hi,
I enjoyed the toxicity of this and the strength of venom you use in portraying this unfortunate woman! Who is really venomous - you or her?
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So sad and dangerous. But
So sad and dangerous. But does also make you realise the value there is to real kind giving motherhood (always a challenge, and no-one perfect). And from an outside perspective the awareness that such a person will be faced with it someday, and actually even now cannot be really happy, cannot maybe know what they are missing. Can be changed but very hard, become a habit I suppose.
An intersting take on the Poetry Monthly. Rhiannon
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I really like the energy and
I really like the energy and daring here!
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Ha ha! Love your poem.
Ha ha! Love your poem.
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Your picture-
Your picture- is it Medusa? I can't make it out and can't make it bigger?
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Hi Tom - yes, it's Caravaggio
Hi Tom - yes, it's Caravaggio's Medusa. I thought the image would be appropriate. I hope Jane approves. I can't make it bigger I'm afraid.
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Well then she just has to be happy
Well then she just has to be happy with what she gets hey? We're not all Tarzan beggars can't be choosers.
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Oh - I can take it off if she
Oh - I can take it off if she doesn't want it.
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There is an older lady, no
There is an older lady, no relation to me, who, I have just discovered, has perpetrated a nasty and expensive (from my point of view) fraud on me, and so I am really feeling this poem at the moment. Yes, yes and yes!
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This is our Poem of the Week
This is our Poem of the Week - congratulations!
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