Woman is a Phoenix
Ekphrastic Challenge May 2024
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for May 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
Woman is a Phoenix
Woman, as painted by man
In hues of gray, a bird
Of smudged-ash plume
Caged and chained
Feathers clipped
So she can’t fly
But what man does not know is
Woman is a phoenix
Just as her soul is about to die
Fading from all her brokenness
A tear is shed and it
Is that spark that
Bursts her into flame
Reborn from fire
An exquisite creature
With wings of purest gold
Soul ignited with a second life
Now painted by the sun
I marvel at
Her newfound grace
Her beauty and her power
And I desire that same freedom
So I stand, poised
On the dawn of my rebirth
Waiting for my turn
To burn
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Rae Fairchild (MRB)
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