‘Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna’s children died.’ – W.B. Yeats
Thou shalt bear the fruit of love
Thous shalt bear the fruit of passion
Thou shalt bear the fruit of lust
Thou shalt bear the fruit of the demon
Thou shalt bear the fruit of rape
Thou shalt bear the fruit of incest
Gave her the boon of motherhood
And the strength to bear the pain
Took away her freedom, freedom of choice
One that cursed her forever to a life wronged
Must be the One created by man
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Nine
Fleeting Muse 
No doubt about it. Wouldn’t it be nicer to hear ‘We ought’ rather than ‘Thou shalt’ ?
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We can only wish.
I got an extremely vulgar comment from someone on this poem. I was surprised that WordPress spam filter did not catch it. I sent it to spam immediately. In these two years of blogging, this is the first time I saw such a vulgar comment. Must have touched some nerve.
Of course I was assumed to be a woman by the commentator.
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There are few things that get up the noses of the righteous more than criticism of their religion and defence of women’s rights. Funny, isn’t it?
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😊😊😊
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🙂
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