Wandering Uterus

By Leslie Adrienne Miller

Leonardo believed that semen came down
from the brain through a channel in the spine.

And that female lactation held its kick off
in the uterus.  Not as bad as Hippocrates

who thought the womb wandered the ruddy
crags of a woman's body, wreaking havoc

whenever it lodged, shoving aside
more sensible organs like the heart.

All manner of moral failings, snits,
and panics were thus explained, the wayward

organ floating like Cleopatra's barge
down the murky canal of any appendage

or tying up at the bog of the throat.
One can't help but imagine a little halved

walnut of a boat like that in Leonardo's
drawing, the curled meat of the fetus

tucked inside, harboring near a naughty eye
or rebellious ear that can never hear

what a man might mean when he says yes
or always.  It's all still beautifully true

what these good scientists alleged:  the brain
is as good a place as any for the manufacture

of evanescence, and why not allow
that the round and sturdy skiff of the uterus

may float and flaunt its special appetite for novelty,
even if we dub it dumb, line with tentacles,

many-chambered, and errant as the proverbial knight,
seeking out adventure, but loyal to one queen.

[Via Poetry Daily]
[Cleopatra's Barge from MoMA]

Comments

[fragile industries]

Wow. Now THAT'S a poem. Coincidentally, I have my own take on the hormonal/gender issues up tonight, much less artistic, though.

[sarahelizabeth]

I have a zine called "The Wandering Uterus" I can't tell you how much I absolutely LOVE this poem!