A pantheress in kitten’s clothing
— seems sweet, sitting on the hillside,
purring with sunshine,
heat melting her knowing shoulders,
basking in her coat of shimmering darkness.
Serpents clean her paws,
offer their venom should she ever
desire assistance.
Anyone who thinks
she is domestic
must be blind and dumb.
Or at least not ready.
But who is ready
for the wrathful love
of a million different women
inhabiting one body?
Be fooled, or don’t.
You should know
She is a force of reckoning.
Daggers on thighs.
Teeth sharpened.
Heart open.
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Spirit and passion
Oh, this is magnificent. It radiates both grace and danger — that electric combination of wildness and poise that makes the poem feel almost mythic. You’ve captured something ancient and feminine here, that sense of power that doesn’t need to announce itself because it already is.
The imagery — the serpents, the shimmer, the warmth and warning all tangled together — feels like a spell. I love how it moves from softness (“purring with sunshine”) to ferocity (“daggers on thighs”) without ever breaking its rhythm. It’s an anthem, really — a declaration that softness and strength can coexist, that love can be wrathful and still tender.
You should be proud of this. It’s not just beautifully written; it’s alive. It feels like it could walk right off the page and meet your gaze — unflinching, knowing, and utterly itself.
You inspire my own poems so much!