Isadora Gruye is a writer and photographer. She lives in
, though she hates how the winter cuts red into her cheeks. Her biggest literary influences are Henry Miller, Kathy Acker, John Steinbeck and Dorothy Parker. She believes in bee keepers and cartographers, but holds no interest in honey or maps. She has a fondness for punk rock circa 1977-79, and elegant footwear with a chunky, sensible heel. Minnesota
Over Our Throats by Isadora Gruye
Girls like me been gettin cut up for centuries.
Girls who know their center of gravity is nestled warmingly
between their hips as bright as a violet waking at dawn.
Girls like me been dancin all the the while,
limbs loose and fancy slippers weaving back and forth,
lips as plump as the grapes we were never fed.
Girls like me, we know your rituals.
You pay the ferryman. You pay the tax man.
Your fingers run freely to our pockets, to our dimples
and over our throats.
We are a twig to be snapped.
A reed to be bent.
We fold and unfold,
skipping across cobblestones
with palms running over graffitied walls.
We chuckle and wail
and keep bread crumbs in our aprons.
At our backs, the world sneers
before coaxing us down the street and tripping us when most opportune.
Isadora has offered the Real Toads the use of her photographic images as inspiration for our poetry. We may select from any of the pictures featured here today, but please remember to acknowledge the name of the artist.
Visit Isadora's Photography Gallery HERE.
The Sunday Challenge is posted on Saturday at noon to allow extra time for the creative process, so please do not link up old work which kind of fits the challenge at a push. I will only respond to poetry written specifically for this prompt: this is in the spirit of the Real Toads project to create opportunities for poets to be newly inspired.