Lilith


I’ve written quite a few poems with Lilith as the voice. She’s always showing up in my mind, and I consider her a muse. Recently I was told that I’ve made her too vulnerable. She needs to be a “feminist.”

I’ve been thinking about this a great deal. After all, I believe my poetry is reflective of my femininity. Have I misrepresented Lilith? She’s been walking the landscape of collective psychology much longer than feminist theory, and I believe she deserves the layers of an epic hero.

And then it occurred to me that the word “feminist” has been equated to strength, and the word “vulnerable” to weakness…and that we value strength above weakness. That both strength and weakness can’t live together in the same person. 

I disagree. Let’s look at brave vs afraid. When a soldier steps into battle, is he not braver if he does so in the face of his fear? In fact, without fear, such an act seems potentially closer to reckless. 

So yes, my Lilith is vulnerable. She is the stronger because she has (at least in her private musings) admitted it. Lilith steps into the world alone in the face of her vulnerability, and that is what makes her strong. 

The Muse

The Muse

Waiting for Angie to pick up her pen
But she wishes to write something sweeping
Defining of the age
Biding her time on Facebook instead

But she wishes to write something sweeping
Angie won’t go where I want her
Biding her time on Facebook instead
She turns from the songs I sing to her soul

Angie won’t go where I want her
Where the feminine still beats to fire and water
She turns from the songs I sing to her soul
For a human voice, not of womanhood alone

Where the the feminine still beats to fire and water
A deep and spiritual world
Projections of a dream on an empty screen
Beneath her feet turned to half-truths

A deep and spiritual world
Under two dimensional idolatry
Beneath her feet turned to half-truths
We wrestle at night, her ego and me

Under two dimensional idolatry
A dream of hollow concave hands
We wrestle at night, her ego and me
Waiting for Angie to pick up her pen

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