To A Wild Pink

#To A Wild Pink

Thou vile affront to all of nature-kind!
Thou bastard child of rainbow antipodes!
O frail hue, all things feminine maligned,
With "Coral", "Rouge" and pastel manifolds;

In newborn infants, barely wont to nurse,
Of liver, raw, grotesquely undercook'd,
In height of passion, gorged and swollen purse
And partner's needs sublimely overlook'd,

I find no likeness in your fragile sign
Nor kinship in your sad sorority 
And in your cult, a twisted worshipp'd shrine,
I see no solace, only enmity.  

I am no pet, no trophy stuff'd and kept,
No ornamental skeuomorphic Eve
Content to meekly serve while circumspect
And to my Husband Adam, grateful, cleave. 

I am instead the Tempest at your door,
The wind which shakes the nails from underfoot.
I am Persephone, the goddess-whore
Half-clothed in sackcloth, bathed in char and soot. 

I am at once the girl who gathers flowers
Singing of her love at river's edge,
And too, the beast who in one breath devours
Basket, daisies, girl - with jaws outstretch'd. 

And if you dare to meet this Mara-Kama
She'll show you what they both might have in common.  

-LFF

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