Sappho speaks to women

[eclipse]

sisters sang a new womb into existence,

midwife moon delivers scientists, artists,

soldiers,identity's commute to advance

a new sensibility in which the tree is borne

out of the fruit, you scorn the misogynists

salute. A tattoo of Eve adorns the moon's

delicate wrist and for those equipped to see

in her eyes there is a dreaming tapestry, an inventory

of all my sisters dreams bandaging a bloody wrist

with the sounds of war echoing in blood.

[tonyv]

An intriguing lyric right out of a dreamy antiquity. I particularly liked "delicate wrist" and fruit/salute.

Tony

[Tinker]

Hi Barry,  Your title grabbed me right away. 

Then the rhythm of the first two lines read very close to the Sapphic Line Ls-Ls-Lss-Ls-Ls  which caught my attention. The syllable count is there just the stress is off a little.   Actually L2 would be a Sapphic line if you had one short syllable after "delivers".  something like    "midwife moon delivers her scientists, artists"  would be a Sapphic line and I just thought how clever if you covertly built in a touch of the Sapphic frame into this poem.  Just ignore me, I'm rambling,  I've worked with poetic structure too long.   

Anyway, I enjoyed reading this piece, the internal rhyme, the alliteration all work to deliver unique images.  Nice,

~~Tink