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The Tender Lily – Lois E. Linkens

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there was a tender lily
beneath a shaded tree.
her face was pure, her roots were deep.
she blossomed endlessly.

and she was tall
as proud as any woman.

the honey bees came bumbling
to take her juices sweet.
they sucked her dry
and off would fly,
to leave her pale and weak.

but night came,
and up she stood
as proud as any woman.

the golden hours of autumn
brought dryness to the tree.
the leaves did fall and cover all
her beauty bitterly.

but wind came,
and up she stood
as proud as any woman.

the trampling boots of hate and shame,
they crushed her ‘neath their toe.
her fragile suit was broke and blue,
and hid beneath the snow.

. . .

there is a tree that stands alone
in a charming field of white.
and at its foot, there grows a shoot
of lily, green and bright.

 

There Were Things I Did Not Know – Lois E. Linkens

 

There were things I did not know (could not know).
There were words I was yet to write, a still
Small voice, yet to claim. ‘Tis life’s greatest thrill,
To light an unknown match, and watch it glow.
I would do great things. I would swing my feet
O’er fences, walls, tall gates to walk amid
The places I had never seen, and bid
Farewell to my young self, to future meet.
Places that could hold me fast, scoop me out
And fill me with their beads, their jasmine ways.
Here comes tomorrow in its dusky haze.
I have seen the future; she’s ours to sprout.
Where so much is known today, I decree
To stay a great surprise, most so to me.

Teeth – Lois E. Linkens

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I had just moved into the big green Room

Down the Hall. I missed my walls and floor yet

Knowed one must welcome change as Mother’s womb

Did welcome life – my toys and things were kept

They said in boxes for the little One.

I tucked a Tooth below my head that night,

The Morrow sure would yield a Penny bright!

I thought. (It never came, but I was dumb.)

Dropped that Tooth in Cola; one new white case

In sweet brown seas. Perhaps the liner sank.

But it was Gone by eve, as gone was I,

To some new Room, another piece of Sky.

I would that Teeth were Eyes, that walls were green.

A sugared drink might make these sights unseen.

In Her Element: Lois E. Linkens & Kindra M. Austin

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(Kindra)
Stay the blade lodged in my back—
let the tissue heal and seal the
covenant.  
I am Woman,
unrecumbent,
and daggers only steel my skin.
 
(Lois)
the waters struck the cliff
and there i was,
chalked upon its rocky face.
sharp heavy things
chipped like woodpeckers, struck
their pointed heads against my crags,
but still i stood.
i wriggled my toes in the earth’s red core;
rough skin and fire
below the sky.
 
(Kindra)
Scale me, daring mountain climber,
with your fancy
seismograph—
go on, pretend the spirit of Woman is
something actually
measurable.
Taste my magma, and feel my resolve.    
  
(Lois)
my dust falls in clouds
in salt air.
the knock of you rings empty
across this blue horizon,
and still, i have stood.
 
(Kindra)
Stand in shadow of my marble,
and revere my perseverance—
I am monumental testament
of a woman’s strength.
 
(Lois)
white horses batter and suck
with the bright moon’s pull——
by six i have wet feet.
my sea-swept hair flies like wings,

as pink evening bends its knee.

 

 

december 22-Lois E. Linkens

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golden slumbers shimmer over youthful minds on soft pillows. parcels waiting, the light of morning is anticipated with short breaths and restless bodies, a far-off red ribbon at the end of a grassy track. and still, not a thought is given to those for whom the night is simply darkening day, those whose hearts leap at some discarded cardboard with fewer holes than the last. they will not open gifts, they will not eat until their stomachs swell. they will not sing.

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minotaur – lois e. linkens

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Originally posted by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

should i burn for you?
sacrifice myself for you?
leave behind my friends for you,
become something i’m not for you?
eat away my heart for you,
wrap my soul in cloth for you,
be a real woman too,
a real woman, through and through.
should i be a bitch for you?
make up pretty lies for you?
convince my mum i’m fine for you,
just because you want me to,
stay behind the line for you?
at your feet i pay my due.
on grazed knees await my cue,
desires and whims i must subdue,
i owe my everything to you.
in death, in life, i’m chained to you,
polished, prepped and preened for you,
i am the other half of you.
we make a pretty pair, we two,
a minotaur we are, us two,
man and bull, stuck up with glue.
i am the bull that leads us through,
i am the head and frontal view,
all i want is to please you.
all i want is to please you.
all i want is to please you –
and you, in turn, will love me too?
for all of our forever, won’t you?


Lois describes herself as a “confused english student,” though one quickly finds a polished, charming poet in her work. She has an elegant style that compliments her keen insight and whimsical sensibilities. You can read more of her work at her self-titled blog.