This week, two womanish poems again. C. S. Bhagya, from India, and yours truly (aka Nicolette Bethel) are featured, sharing the voices of two oddly similar and yet infinitely different women. Bhagya’s “fishmonger’s wife” speaks to an invisible man (not her husband, clearly):
on summer mornings
I smell of conches, their smooth
white glide and sound of sea.
— C. S. Bhagya
“Island Girl”, meanwhile, explains how to get blood out of cotton:
… you need a lime, some salt, and sun.
Don’t wash it first, cause blood will set, and stain
and give the thing away. So cut the lime
and rub it on the blood, and cover that
with salt and lay it flat, and let the sun
shine on it.
— Nicolette Bethel
Intrigued? Want more? Go to tongues of the ocean.