First, an update:
After many months of intense work, I’m relieved and delighted to tell you I’ve completed the editing phase of What a Woman is Worth! I’m now onto proofreading, which will be far faster and easier; then I’ll write the introductions to each section. I hope to have the final manuscript to Civitas Press in just a couple of weeks!
Many of you have been so kind to tell me you miss my writing here. As you can imagine, the themes of worth and objectification and harm to women have overrun my mind and lain heavy on my heart all these months. Today I’d like to share with you a poem that was born from these thoughts.
This is a found poem I wrote for TweetSpeak, a website that encourages people to strengthen their writing by playing with poetry. I took phrases from the original poem, Girl with 13 Necklaces by Tania Runyan, and then using TweetSpeak’s suggested device of juxtaposition, created new images and meaning. I’d encourage you to read the original poem first and then come back to mine here.
And now, some writing:
Is the woman still at the conveyor belt,
Whose factory-punched worth
Is less in a year than mine in a month?
The inspector who passed the velveteen
ribbon slowly through his fingers
to sway above her navel: This’ll do.
Hundreds of tiny seeds of glass glimmer
on her cheek, spilling down her shirt
while she manufactures mine.
The world has made its preparations;
She flops on the couch and falls asleep.
Where are her pink, praying angels?