I know I mentioned earlier that my prof expected me to crank out a poem in four days. That was honestly not my issue. The problem is that she wanted it in ballad or sonnet form – and her classroom lecture made it sound a LOT more complicated than it actually was. The larger problem is that she also wanted a 3-5 page analysis of the poem, which is due tomorrow. Evidently, writing assignments shouldn’t BE this difficult. Truthfully, they’re not all THAT difficult. The problem, as always, is making myself sit down and DO the damn thing.
I have mentioned I hate assigned writing, yes?
So WHY do I hate assigned writing so much? It’s very much a control thing. She said “write a poem” I thought “no problem!” She said “ballad or sonnet” and I said “awwwww SHIT.” I want to write about the things in my head, not analyze a poem that I cranked out in two hours and can’t stop editing. I need to stop editing and write the paper. I can’t stop editing because I see places where the meter is off, where I could use a better word, where I could use a better phrase…it’s driving me insane.
So without further ado (and more whinging), I present to you:
Cold steel, warm skin, a pinch, a moan, She begs.
He laughs, she cries, a squirm, a sigh, He groans.
One push, one pull, a grunt, she grabs her legs.
She smiles through tears at him as he intones
“Again, you must.” Blind pain, raw fear, she trusts.
“Please stop!” she screams. He hears, moves and sustains.
Tears flow, breaths blow, she writhes and keens; he thrusts.
She gasps against her bonds and cries “Again!”
Red faced, sweat drips, she lean’d into his kiss.
“Good girl!” he says; his praise a balm to pride
Pain hits again, skin taut and red, such bliss
“Push through the pain. You do quite well, my bride.”
Says Death, “Not yet, you know it’s not your time.
Seeing you birth your babe was quite sublime.”