As a volunteer with my school's Women's Resource Center and a minor in women's studies, I have taken on the following challenge: to write a series of poems about the lesser known parts of the female reproductive anatomy. The trick is, I am trying to blend the technical/scientific lexicon of sex education with poetic language to provide an artful yet non-evasive approach to describing things such as the mons pubis, clitoris, and Bartholin's glands.
Right now, I have a poem that I am working on that have been giving me trouble. What better people to ask for advice than the wonderful literary minds that frequent EdenFantasys? I have typed up the poem below, though please keep in mind that this is very much work-in-progress.
“On my volcano grows the grass”;
As Dickinson so deftly wrote.
Yes, the grass is pubic hair.
Yes, the vulva’s volcanic.
Before “the fire that reeks below”
You have to cross a patch of grass
That grows along the mountainside
The great volcano’s first defense.
The mountain is forgotten much too often.
Some have grass like Dickinson's,
In bloom and wild and never trimmed.
Some are sites for crop circles
Or other patterns styled with care.
Others still are cleared away,
With every blade of grass removed,
Cut or ripped out by the roots,
Leaving wounds within the earth,
Nothing to protect it from erosion.
So what say you all? Is this a manageable idea for a semester project, or am I up Clit Creek without a paddle?