Ruth Walters


The Defense - Poem by Ruth Walters

Sour breath on a warm bosom
wafted up to her nose, mouth open
then shut abruptly.

Teeth clenched in defense,
nails to skewer the monster's attack,
she dug them in.

Her mind raced as the clock slowed,
what else could she use?
Her teeth.

When she'd finished, he was half a man,
helpless, half cocked
with only one eye and a bad dream

but they locked her up anyway,
no attorney for the defense
and an all male jury.


Comments about The Defense by Ruth Walters

  • (3/8/2013 7:16:00 AM)


    This is not a nice poem. I review this on International Women's Day and rape will always be deplorable and the victims will not always achieve justice, thank goodness she issued some corporal punishment and a little mutilation. Loved the forth stanza cleverly ambiguous. (Report) Reply

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  • Babatunde Aremu (2/15/2013 3:52:00 AM)


    Very nice poem. Ruth, kindly consider developing this to a small novel. I bet you it will be lovely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, February 15, 2013


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