Metamorphosed, by a pine marten’s
brush, she was watercolored smooth,
then scalpel sculptured, a lily formed,
to model muse, a she for she, a pioneer
Postulated penis envy, contradicted
with a crave for uterus, how can you
explain it Dr. Freud? Maybe it’s not
coded X or Y, but it’s not sex or why
the separation into public restrooms,
but a deeper felt emotion, that within
your shell, there is a lily growing.
Today we are revisiting old prompts with Sherry at toads. I had missed them all, but today I did Shay’s prompt on the art of Gerda Wagener. Of course I had to weave in some of the background of her model Lili Elbe who was originally her husband Einar. I will also link this to poetry pantry tomorrow morning.
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May 21, 2016

I love this poem, Bjorn – the feel of then and now in terms of gender issues. That people should be so hung up about bathroom facilities in the 21st century. I remember uni-sex bathrooms in Paris back in the 80s!
Beautifully contemplated and written, Bjorn, with such sensitivity. I especially love the gentle closing lines “that within your shell, there is a lily growing.” Lovely. I recommend the movie The Danish Girl, if you havent seen it. A fascinating life story, and love story as well.
My dearest Bjorn, I’m in love with this poem. I’m enchanted by the way you’ve weaved the old and the new, the scientific and that which thrives in the spirit… the poem is so very human: beautiful and raw.
Very interesting Bjorn, and I like how you put it, I like the slightly harsh tone in addressing Freud (at least that is how I read it in my head) and that we are touching in such an emotionally approachable way into the topics of today.
So much conversation about restrooms in 2016. I am appalled by the insensitivity of some people in regard to this issue. I hardly think that transgenders are a risk in a public restroom. Truly, how many cases have there been……?
This is beautiful, Bjorn!
I live the lines:
‘she was watercolored smooth,
then scalpel sculptured,’
with a touch of Freud. I listened to an interesting programme on Radio 4 about the relationship between Freud and Jung and their patient, Sabine Spielrein. What a coincidence to read your poem, Bjorn!
I emphasize with this one, Bjorn. The last woman’s rest room I used happened a couple of weeks ago. Accident and misunderstanding combined. I thought it strange that there was no urinal.
Kerry’s multi-sex rest rooms might be the answer, no urinals period but doors on the stalls.
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That’s how it has become in Sweden…
I agree with Magaly 🙂 and such a powerful opening too 😀 Brilliant write.
A great write Bjorn… timely, powerful and I love the Freud reference…
A finely crafted poem – Grayson Perry has done some work on what it is to be a man – not sure i go along with the caricature he chooses to dress as himself but i think your poem beautifully illustrates that our identity is definitely a feeling as much as biology..if we feel like a lily the world will see us as such
Freud would need to twist a theory and a hypothesis for this one. Love the idea of the lily growing in the shell. Beautiful.
I just now listened to an interview with a transgender person and what she, previously he, experienced on her journey. Freud (yes, he was a pioneer) is hopefully turning in his grave. A whole scope of gendered issues in a short poem! 🙂
Meant to add: written with tenderness.
You have tackled a hot topic as there is growing controversy over this issue.. You have written this with a thoughtful pen.
i like this strong yet tender light on this issue…
This is such a rich, detailed poem, Bjorn, and I really admire how many layers of meaning you’ve managed to weave together. I look at the painting with your words in mind and so many new insights can be seen.
Truly there is nothing new under the sun. I like the way you alluded to Freud in addressing what some believe to be new issues
I’m happy you dropped in at my Sunday Lime today
Much love…
To think one could make a judgement by looking? A lily grows within each of us.
I read it twice because it’s rich. It made me think of Om Mani Padme Hum: The jewel in the lotus of the heart.
This is a wonderful poem Bjorn. Freud is weeping in his grave with his ghostly penis which no one envied. You make a great statement here.
Excellent Bjorn. At times I am so embarrassed by my US culture. Come to think of it, lots of times!
I love the cleverness in the words in here as well as the delicateness of description.
A sensitive expression of gender issues – the close, especially indelible.
This is beautiful, clever, and deeply emotional. Life isn’t, can’t be lived by any other definition than what the true self writes. I am so weary of judgement.
We each have something unique and all our own. The important thing is taking the time to find it,
Elizabeth
i think it is hard to write on gender issues, but you have done it masterfully.
You never cease to amaze me with your themes and well you cover them. Bravo!
Wow! This piece made me feel like I was reading from a therapist couch.
Reblogged this on chithankalai.
Powerful opening and a punch at the end. Keep Going.
You used this piece of art to the fullest. Wonderful!