Undomesticated

women in my family sow,
but don’t sew,
don’t knit, and crochet hooks
are useless between our fingers

but give us a pen, a piano,
pastels,
or a paintbrush,
and we create like crazy;

we paint a cross stitch of wild mustard
captured in oil, spreading across a field
in front of a broken-down barn,

or write of the precise way
wild strawberries
sting your tongue
with sweetness & acid
at the same time.

We can even cook
with those wild strawberries;
that 1
domestic art we did pick up,
but, please
don’t ever

buy us a sewing machine.

It will collect dust
next to the embroidery hoops
& knitting needles
in the closet.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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5 Responses to Undomesticated

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  2. Great poem. short but full of force.- The semantic and social significances of sew and sow say a lot – one conveying images of creativity, procreation, the other conveying conventional labour? These lines speak tonnes too –
    “or write of the precise way
    wild strawberries
    sting your tongue
    with sweetness & acid
    at the same time.”
    as they convey the specific defining attributes of your clan – your unique selling point as they say in marketing and biz strategy!
    Reminds me of the scripture verse – “there is a variety of talents…”

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