When she comes back--
into the world, red and slick, re-
incarnated she will not wait--
She will squall without the spank--
Warrior cry, Pen poised--
to mar the blank slate--
New life, new woman--
New dress? Perhaps--
Yes, to be sure.
Trouble will come to call.
She will have her track shoes on
before the knocker can sound.
Bus, train, car or fleetest foot--
Speed boat, aero plane--
Leaving Trouble in the dust.
I chose the third choice, Kenia's Wednesday challenge, for my inspiration.
I had written off Marianne Moore a long time ago (the HYPHENS!!!) and it was nice to revisit her work. She was a lot better the second time around. I could even see a similarity of style between us.
I took my title from her poem "Diligence Is to Magic as Progress Is to Flight."
I also chose to follow her style and see if I could make those confusticated hyphens work for me.
Her original poem : here