I will fight injustice with justice, she says.
and, I bring you a choice.
But what if she said, you will obey me?
That pride is a pit
and Khaleesi is no peach.
Brute. Burden Beast
She is Bullied, Brazen and Bare.
She has scrabbled with man, horse and spirit.
What is fire-born can be fire-ridden,
for, one hand has five fingers
One digit could lead the others astray
This hand is reaching up
as she is of the air.
She says, I will see each of their faces
When she says each, she means all.
What if, in the moment that she leans in close
to the lens, there is a smear of sap
What then of womanhood?
A mother of dragons
is still a mother.
Her stare is blue:
a fire, not catching.
a stunted sun
a contorted kiss
a vein left turned
this hand gives allegiance
and this hand, the heart.
and this heart beats
with the roar of a wingspan
so big it could cover us all
in darkness.
© Umansky 2014
blog of poet, leah umansky 