The Mother Mold
Golden curves of Goddesses beckon,
enticing men and women to worship
at their altars. Fires burn, enhancing
the shadowy smiles and large, heavy breasts
of the ageless statues. Palm to palm,
hands clasped in front of unbeating hearts,
they look over their congregation
never quite meeting the eyes
of the men that long for them but settle
for the farmer’s daughter, and the women
that skip dessert and bind themselves
in whale bone and cotton in the futile
attempt to mimic them.
Mothers of Hyrule, creators
of the land, people, and the image
that women should always keep a small
waist, wide hips, and stay silent.
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Kay Porter is a graduate student at Stephen F. Austin State University working on her M.A. in English. Her poems have been published in BlazeVOX 12.
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