Weird Sisters – Elizabeth Sylvia

Where hast thou been, sister? –Macbeth
Since the night I was born I’ve    		                             I’ll
known howling at the moon, mixed 		                  kiss
yours with my own, crossed all times 	               rhymes to
together by the born beards 		                     your beard
on our faces. Even when apart  		    of hurt women’s 
tales never tell 		                                                   and call
& so sisterhood snakes up 			                            us
the world of men, saying good                                         lords
riddance 					                                     of this
to each girl pulled 				                              world
from the tree like a pulpy  			                                 ugly
plum, maybe mouthful of sour 		                    absurd
for the biter. Weird sisters pick 		                    wicked
our own women, don’t you know 		                     I’ve no
by the way our sunken bodies 		                              ready
suck up all the light, small as a nutshell	                        spell
big as the moor, tying time in a bow, 	                  to know
not beautiful for any price but 		                                what
driving men mad exposing all the hidden           	    woman
swords they make of words.			                             is.

Read: Reading and Writing about Shakespeare by Elizabeth Sylvia

Elizabeth Sylvia (she/her) is a writer of poems and other lists who lives with her family in Massachusetts, where she teaches high school English and coaches debate. Elizabeth’s work is upcoming or has recently appeared in Salamander, Pleiades, Soundings East, J Journal, RHINO, Main Street Rag and a bunch of other wonderful journals. She is currently working on a verse investigation of the writer Elizabeth Barstow Stoddard.

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