You think I'm not a goddess? Try me.*
Diana's bow could not pierce her mark,
More perfectly than my gaze when you displease me.
Vishnu's blade could not cut cleaner than my tongue,
when I speak of your failings.
Apollo's sun could not burn hotter than my rage,
when you turn your back.
You think I'm not a goddess? Try me.*
JK
*I want to credit the line that gives the whole poem it's power, "You think I'm not a goddess? Try me." to Margaret Atwood in her poem Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing.
I don't know much about goddesses, but I do know that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Especially if she backs it up with a good poem. Thanks for sharing.
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ReplyDeleteOh, how I would love to communicate that! Actually, I have. When I was teaching middle school! Well spoken!