poetry critical

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

Random Poem:

Mulberry in Bloom

Mulberry's sweet in my mouth
and mystery between my legs
as I straddled a branch,
pretending I was an Indian
riding hard away from the pale-faced cowboy.
We were not allowed to touch
or talk about our private parts
so how could I explain to anyone
the waves that washed over me
as I clung to the tree?
A secret!  Who to ask, who to tell?
The book my mother gave me
on "How Baby's are Born'
didn't help, only grossed me out,
made me wonder how a woman
made the transition from Off to On
(was it in the magic ring
a man slid on her finger?)
and I couldn't look my father
in the eye for weeks.
I spent hours climbing trees that summer,
holes rubbed in every pair of shorts I owned
until I discovered fingers are quicker.
Looking back, it's hard to think
of a ten year old girl with a flat chest
and no boyfriend having more sexual success
than many grown women.
I wonder if that tree has become like me -
brittle, unleafed, unclimbed.

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