Insomnia & Poetry Poem by Erica Jong

Insomnia & Poetry

Rating: 3.0


Sweet muse
with bitter milk,
I have lain
between your breasts,
put my ear
to your sea-shell-whispering navel,
& strained the salty marshes
of your sex
between my milk teeth.
Then I've slept at last,
my teeming head
against your rocking thigh.

Gentle angry mother
poetry,
where could I turn
from the terror of the night
but to your sweet maddening
ambivalence?
Where could I rest
but in your hurricane?
who would always take me home
but you,
sweeping off the sooty stoop
of your wind-filled shack
on the edge
of the volcano?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 05 January 2016

He who fears to suffer, suffers from fear.- - a French Proverb that could be describing the writer especially during a writer's block, a dry spell of the soul. But then this thing they call muse comes to the rescue and the world of artistry comes vividly alive again..

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Brian Jani 22 May 2014

Eric I am a fan of your original style of poetry

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