Diversity I inhabit:
None is my nation;
Let inspiration
Challenge your lyrical habit.


Now, as Kwan-yin, to change my tune—
For sheer delight,
In eastern light,
I’ll bring you the fruits of the moon.


Then plunder all the New World’s land.
A Spanish specter,
Mine is the scepter.
With regal bearing, I command.


In beaded buckskin, tawny, fair
Young maid I appear.
But I’m the seer,
And offer you a gift from there.


Latin porn star/Coyolxauhqui
Though cut in pieces
My gift increases:
Pure honey to the honeybee


My true self you may never see.
Your soul will dangle
From my bangle
Pure flame enshrouded: death to thee. 


I’m of no nation, in the end.
That, you cannot choose.
I reign as your muse…
You’re warned: take care lest I descend.

An aisling, a poetic form that developed in Ireland, recounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country on/in which the poet lives, and who speaks to the poet about it. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears
who represents or reflects the area in which you live.

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