Devastating poem for purim.
By popular demand, in celebration of Purim we are re-featuring this stellar poem by Stacey Zisook Robinson, in conversation with your faithful editor at the crossroads of feminism and midrash.
By Stacey Zisook Robinson:
THE BOOK OF ESTHER
That blush on my cheek?
It’s paint,
And I have glittered my eyes
And robed myself in the finery
of silk and gossamer,
lapis and gold–
And whored myself for your salvation.
You asked for no thoughts.
You merely offered my body
to the king–
My life forfeit
If my beauty failed.
You asked for no ideas
And I gave you none,
Though I had a thousand,
And ten thousand more.
Diplomacy was played on the field of my body,
The battle won in the curve of my hip
And the satin of my skin,
Fevered dreams of lust
And redemption.
That blush on my cheeks?
It is the stain of victory
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PHI lippa. Letters of Love 
Thank you for dropping in faithful follower! I have been absent for nearly two months while trying to forge a future and formulate what would sustain interest ( mine and yours, and others like you) Will return when clarity breaks through. But I call on you too, but do not always leave a footprint.
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Lovely poem, Philippa. I’m heading over to read the rest 🙂
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