Poems Inspired by Margaret Atwood
#MargaretAtwood
Poems inspired by the Canadian poet and writer Margaret Atwood. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in the work of Margaret Atwood. Along with poems about Atwood herself, including praise, criticism and tributes.
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
11th Nov 2021 5:01am
11th Nov 2021 5:01am
A Woman In Parts
All the parts of me are obvious, see:
I consist of a heart in a tight corseted sternum
pressed upward in constant female expansion;
the weighty dreams I hold to
lean into this caving posture.
Womanhood should be
an easy aspiration yet
it holds uncertain things as stones
stuck into mud hold such after it rains
(I know what is there already, that
is the riddle) --
Its metallic taste rises in my mouth
to meet my every desire:
Crumb by crumb,
I see it fall from the air;
the empty air where love ...
I consist of a heart in a tight corseted sternum
pressed upward in constant female expansion;
the weighty dreams I hold to
lean into this caving posture.
Womanhood should be
an easy aspiration yet
it holds uncertain things as stones
stuck into mud hold such after it rains
(I know what is there already, that
is the riddle) --
Its metallic taste rises in my mouth
to meet my every desire:
Crumb by crumb,
I see it fall from the air;
the empty air where love ...
#women
#feminism
#MargaretAtwood
651 reads
22 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
24th Aug 2021 2:02am
24th Aug 2021 2:02am
The Circle Game
( After Margaret Atwood )
i
A ringing recess bell—
a door spilling children
onto the playground
as ants fleeing a colony
Each pair of feet
contradict the direction
of the former set
until they encase monkey bars
merry-go-rounds
teeter-totters
slides
Most are carefree, but
not all feel the song;
the moving of joy
as blood and freedom's
marrow hardening their bones
Loners, outcasts
introverts, their faces
hollow wells of fear
cold and deep spaces ...
i
A ringing recess bell—
a door spilling children
onto the playground
as ants fleeing a colony
Each pair of feet
contradict the direction
of the former set
until they encase monkey bars
merry-go-rounds
teeter-totters
slides
Most are carefree, but
not all feel the song;
the moving of joy
as blood and freedom's
marrow hardening their bones
Loners, outcasts
introverts, their faces
hollow wells of fear
cold and deep spaces ...
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#MargaretAtwood
1095 reads
31 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2021 8:38am
23rd Aug 2021 8:38am
Umbilical cord (Margret Attwood tribute)
Are you still the captured steer
a wild bellow, snot and dust.
Slapped to raise a breath,
branded from your birth.
Still carry the taint of unwashed afterbirth
Echo's from the Vagina's walls
its cloisters, reverberate with joyous pain.
Encore of feelings,
curtains of prolonged sustain.
Frail strength spun in a spiders thread,
and in dawn's rays,
bejewelled in wonderment.
Its span to cover continents
not the inward naval gaze.
The invisible bond inside each mind,
a hug that bends the spine.
The...
a wild bellow, snot and dust.
Slapped to raise a breath,
branded from your birth.
Still carry the taint of unwashed afterbirth
Echo's from the Vagina's walls
its cloisters, reverberate with joyous pain.
Encore of feelings,
curtains of prolonged sustain.
Frail strength spun in a spiders thread,
and in dawn's rays,
bejewelled in wonderment.
Its span to cover continents
not the inward naval gaze.
The invisible bond inside each mind,
a hug that bends the spine.
The...
#love
#birth
#family #MargaretAtwood
#family #MargaretAtwood
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1 Comment
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
20th Aug 2021 4:48am
20th Aug 2021 4:48am
August Interlude
The warm night air sits
still and surrounds
all the ripened stalks
and fully opened flowers;
petals dangling in
a final vitality.
Heavy branches swoon
insect-laden air as lower leaves
begin a first yellowing of many
transitions to come;
hunger abated.
A ground saturated in
summer rain lingers
under plush, trampled
long, strewn grasses.
Songs of summer still
hang suspended in the air
as if exuded from molecules
of all that new life blooming,
bursting forth;
The mellow...
still and surrounds
all the ripened stalks
and fully opened flowers;
petals dangling in
a final vitality.
Heavy branches swoon
insect-laden air as lower leaves
begin a first yellowing of many
transitions to come;
hunger abated.
A ground saturated in
summer rain lingers
under plush, trampled
long, strewn grasses.
Songs of summer still
hang suspended in the air
as if exuded from molecules
of all that new life blooming,
bursting forth;
The mellow...
#summer
#nature
#MargaretAtwood
452 reads
14 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 4:47am
1st Aug 2021 4:47am
Rabbit Song
I smell that you
are chasing me with your eyes,
and I leave my scent behind
so that you may know the joy of
my leaping / if only for ignorance
of what a stone feels.
My only conquest
is to break the grasses down;
not to diminish them but
encourage them by chewing
their stalks to a pulp.
I eat what nobody wants
and leave their digested remains behind
in your overgrown pasture.
How do I survive;
this is how, and why --
I am light as air, I think,
and the ways of the world don't
collect...
are chasing me with your eyes,
and I leave my scent behind
so that you may know the joy of
my leaping / if only for ignorance
of what a stone feels.
My only conquest
is to break the grasses down;
not to diminish them but
encourage them by chewing
their stalks to a pulp.
I eat what nobody wants
and leave their digested remains behind
in your overgrown pasture.
How do I survive;
this is how, and why --
I am light as air, I think,
and the ways of the world don't
collect...
#animals
#nature
#MargaretAtwood
478 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 3:54am
1st Aug 2021 3:54am
Blessed be the Fruit
(Parallels of Fictional Tales and Real-World Spells)
There are these men who claim to have more
knowledge over women’s bodies. They issue laws
to have more control over them under the guise of
morality or God and all that that is pure, and so a
plan is formed, but it’s more of an ominous map
that seems to head toward this fictional dystopia
*
Quoting scriptures, they look to these ancient laws,
to a time when women were stoned to death if
they were caught in the act of fornication or some
other decree that...
There are these men who claim to have more
knowledge over women’s bodies. They issue laws
to have more control over them under the guise of
morality or God and all that that is pure, and so a
plan is formed, but it’s more of an ominous map
that seems to head toward this fictional dystopia
*
Quoting scriptures, they look to these ancient laws,
to a time when women were stoned to death if
they were caught in the act of fornication or some
other decree that...
#HumanRights
#feminism
#inequality #MargaretAtwood
#inequality #MargaretAtwood
465 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2021 3:21am
2nd Jul 2021 3:21am
For Physicists
( After Margaret Atwood )
Before the embryo
that multicellular organism
something cracked—
the egg, wafting
as cottonwood
suspended
within
a deeply folded
mucosal surface.
A precursor of cells
differentiating themselves
into angioblasts,
giving rise
to a formation;
roadmaps of vessels
and stem cells
segregating
into elements.
One ellele
from each parent
contains every ancestor's DNA
before us; conjoined
manufactures
its own blood and cells
to...
Before the embryo
that multicellular organism
something cracked—
the egg, wafting
as cottonwood
suspended
within
a deeply folded
mucosal surface.
A precursor of cells
differentiating themselves
into angioblasts,
giving rise
to a formation;
roadmaps of vessels
and stem cells
segregating
into elements.
One ellele
from each parent
contains every ancestor's DNA
before us; conjoined
manufactures
its own blood and cells
to...
#spiritual
#historical
#MargaretAtwood
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22 Comments
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