As we celebrate Women’s month along with the Kidlit Community (which coincides beautifully with our very own bimonthly theme on Girl Power and Women’s Wiles), it seems fitting to begin our Poetry Friday contribution with female poets who have touched our sensibilities in mighty profound ways.
I first knew Margaret Atwood as a poet rather than a novelist. I was introduced to her Variations on the Word Love and Variations on the Word Sleep (which I also featured for Poetry Friday several moons back) by a very good friend. I was also deeply moved by her poems that spoke sharply and incisively about women’s realities. I figured that it would be great to begin with her as our Fridays (until the 9th of May) would be devoted entirely to celebrating female poets. Poetry Friday is hosted this week by Gregory K from Gotta Book.
A Women’s Issue by Margaret Atwood
The woman in the spiked deviceÂ
that locks around the waist and betweenÂ
the legs, with holes in it like a tea strainerÂ
is Exhibit A.Â
The woman in black with a net windowÂ
to see through and a four-inchÂ
wooden peg jammed upÂ
between her legs so she can’t be rapedÂ
is Exhibit B.Â
Exhibit C is the young girlÂ
dragged into the bush by the midwivesÂ
and made to sing while they scrape the fleshÂ
from between her legs, then tie her thighsÂ
till she scabs over and is called healed.Â
Now she can be married.Â
For each childbirth they’ll cut herÂ
open, then sew her up.Â
Men like tight women.Â
The ones that die are carefully buried.Â
The next exhibit lies flat on her backÂ
while eighty men a nightÂ
move through her, ten an hour.Â
She looks at the ceiling, listensÂ
to the door open and close.Â
A bell keeps ringing.Â
Nobody knows how she got here.Â
You’ll notice that what they have in commonÂ
is between the legs. Is thisÂ
why wars are fought?Â
Enemy territory, no man’sÂ
land, to be entered furtively,Â
fenced, owned but never surely,Â
scene of these desperate foraysÂ
at midnight, capturesÂ
and sticky murders, doctors’ rubber glovesÂ
greasy with blood, flesh made inert, the surgeÂ
of your own uneasy power.Â
This is no museum.Â
Who invented the word love?
Gathering Books 
This is such a powerful poem, Ma’am. I flinched at some of the lines. I love Margaret Atwood. It was actually the other way around for me. I first encountered her in one of my English Lit classes. I enjoyed reading her short story entitled Happy Endings. Do check it out if you haven’t read it yet. 🙂
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Hi Fats, I haven’t explored her short stories yet, but I have a collection of her novels. Would check that one out. 🙂
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Wow. This is a powerful, disturbing, and important poem. I didn’t know she wrote poems. I’ve only heard of her novels. Thanks for opening my eyes.
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Hi TBM, I think this was one of her first poems that I read. I was forever changed. 🙂
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I love Margaret Atwood’s poems, though I first “met” her as a novelist. This one is hard to read, but timely. In Virginia, a law was just past requiring women to submit to a transvaginal ultrasound before having an abortion. It is a form of rape, one I would add to Atwood’s exhibits.
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Hi Laura, I agree that it’s difficult reading. I didn’t know about this law in Virginia. Very sad indeed, and would be a significant addition to Atwood’s museum of horrors.
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Wow. I’ve read a few of Atwood’s poems, but hadn’t seen this one. Powerful and definitely disturbing. Once you get past the shock value, sadness creeps in.
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Hi Jama, I’ve been reading more adult / dystopian YA fiction these days, and somehow the sadness is always there.
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Like Fats, I flinched through this. But thank you for sharing, Myra – so timely right now (sadly so). I’ve known Margaret Atwood more as a novelist than a poet – but whatever her medium, she commands it.
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Hi Robyn, couldn’t agree more. I have a few of her novels in my bookshelves waiting to be read (Moral Disorder, Oryx and Crake among others).
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Myra, thank you for sharing that. Like so many of your other readers, I did not know Margaret Atwood wrote poems. That poem is powerful and heartbreaking.
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Hi Katya, Atwood seems to drive right to the core sans drama and despite (or possibly even because of) the heart break.
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Truly a poem for our times…all this horror still happens, and we are passing laws to take the women of this country back decades. This was hard to read, Myra…as truth often is.
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Hi Tara, I find that I also have difficulty reading a few of her novels (Handmaid’s tale, Cat’s Eye, and Alias Grace come to mind) – there are gritty realities that she puts up there on display.
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I like many of Atwood’s poems (Up, You fit into me, This a Photograph of me). This one is too disturbing though.
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Hi! I haven’t heard of those titles yet. Will look for them. 🙂 I agree that this one is disturbing indeed.
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As others say, this is so disturbing and it would be good to show others if they could only “see”, but as there are many women who rail at what they call liberal views, I’m not sure they would. Women are pushed and pulled in ways I am still astounded about, even now, so many years after the sixties when we thought it was going to just be better. Thanks Myra for such a thought provoking poem & a new look at Atwood.
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Hi Linda, you are right in noting about women still being pushed/pulled in various directions. Part of life’s struggles, I suppose. Character-building. Opportunities as well for rebirth and reinventing one’s self.
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I admire Margaret Atwood for forcing us to look at these horrors, no matter how hard it is. The truth hurts, but perhaps knowing the truth will fuel our anger enough so that we will continue to work for women’s rights.
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