I thought you might like to see one of Jennifer Bullis‘s poems from Impossible Lessons. This is one that really leapt off the page for me, partly a function of the repetition (and notice the anklet, bracelet, circlet, newly…).
Ten Great Gifts for the Woman Who Has Nothing
For the journey out, figs.
for carrying the blame.
A womb, and a man
worthy to name it.
Another rib and even more backbone.
The pomegranate, secrets still intact.
Anklet of snakeskin, woven bracelet of grass.
A circlet of worry
for her newly conscious brow,
for her hair still smelling
of blossoms and smoke.
*Your assignment is to write your own list of gifts. Imagine what gifts you need that you haven’t yet imagined.