Once Upon a Time Poems

Ahha! A Woman Scorned

Reacting against a historical sexist remark:
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”


That mighty one, the woman scorned,
a bird falling from above,
couldn’t tell the seed from the snare,
set no limits on her love.
Only the solitude stays;
her every gift
she gambled away.
On her forehead, the creases...
a frown wells,
parallel to
the murmur invisible.
Her beauty dwells,
just the same,
entangled in the dark,
of the veiled skies;
raindrops and the flame
in her eyes...
Who is the rose, who is the thorn?
Who is the one with the saber born?
Her love reckless, free, survives.
His reason seeks profit;
he can’t look the truth in the eyes.
To her, it is not a sin
to reach and feel within.
What is wrath?
Agony in action...and
despair torn to bits,
blood shed in every tear
A heart concealing secrets.
Then, again...
her revenge...
the old medicine renewed,
raising the dead,
comes from Heaven.
The wind clears her eyes; she
has forgiven.