Monkey Woman

by silvershoes   Oct 18, 2011

That was not all they spoke of her
in rippling recesses of anarchy.

They marked her a heroine;
a silver-tongued rebel with
words like daggers at her belt.
They eyed one another edgily,
unsure of whether to throw her down like a beast
or worship her like the goddess that she is.

The ignorant stake her for a hammerhead,
the arrogant for a spotted hyena,
the wise for a sly red fox,
but I know what creature she really is.

She is the love-child of an Orangutan
and a Bonobo, and her head shakes
when she laughs.


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  • 7 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    Enticing poem Janey, I very much enjoyed the read. Good title and great first line. I am sure I would be like a beast and I do see the sly red fox. Your poem aroused all my senses execpt I could not smell that musky Monkey woman.
    Peace and Blessings

  • 7 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    A great poem,
    I liked the imagery and it seems to fit well to Abby,
    a lovely way to describe a great poetess,
    what a brilliant ending too


  • 7 years ago

    by Innocent Fairy

    Hahah :D very delightful poem to read,,,a great job i loved it very wonderful :)

  • 7 years ago

    by abracadabra

    I think this poem shows how alike we think we are to one another. Others seem to agree.

    I feel honoured by this unique and frank depiction, thank you Janey. Trust me to nominate a poem about me.

  • 7 years ago

    by Britt

    I definitely see Abby throughout this poem, but also a lot of yourself, Jane:

    "They marked her a heroine;
    a silver-tongued rebel with
    words like daggers at her belt. "

    That's just.. you. ;)

    This is pretty interesting, definitely unlike anything I've ever read. Don't know how you do it, lady.