There are 9 articles on this title. You are reading the article ranked and rated #2 by Helium's members.
A Paiute Woman's Dim Memory
Today my palms are spirits
as my fingers seek the cups
of matate hollows in the granite,
worn by fawn-fleshed girls
as they worked manzanita fruit
to paste between rocks.
No manos remain, only the mountain
explains the methods of women gone to sinew,
who came to grind their testimonies
in the memory of stone.
Learn more about this author, Melisande Luna.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
SONG OF THE GODDESS
"Spring free"
She whispered
Her hands were fast
I could not see them
But I heard the notes
Inseparable
Tha t
A Paiute Woman's Dim Memory
Today my palms are spirits
as my fingers seek the cups
of matate hollows in the granite,
worn by
by Adam Smith
Feminine Divinity?
What a joke
A female human is the weakest
Of all the speices
And without men to support them
They
by Gabriel Fin
Her eyes are beautiful like jewels,
but hot enough to burn.
Her lips or soft and sweet like honey,
but contain a double edged
by jamdownjenny
In the early years things were rough,
So you had to be tough,
Now in life you have all the finest things,
You have sat with
View All Articles on:
Poetry: Feminine Divinity
Add your voice
Know something about Poetry: Feminine Divinity?
We want to hear your view.
Write now!
Featured Partner
Food for Everyone Foundation has partnered with Helium, giving you the chance to write for a cause. Browse Food ...more
hide