Be inspired by Ada Limón

In the lead up to Issue VI’s submission deadline, our Editor is sharing six poems which she believes speak to the themes of courage and the symbolic serpent, as well as being linked to Li Ji’s heroism. In preparing your submission (whether it be poetry, prose, photography or art), feel free to be inspired by these pieces. 

Cannibal Woman by Ada Limón

I’m looking for the right words, but all I can think of is:

parachute or ice water.


There’s nothing but this sailboat inside me, slowly trying to catch

a wind, maybe there’s an old man on it, maybe a small child,


all I know is they’d like to go somewhere. They’d like to see the sail


straighten, go tense, and take them someplace. But instead they wait,

a little tender wave comes and leaves them

right where they were all along.


How did this happen? No wind I can conjure anymore.


My father told me the story of a woman larger than a mountain,

who crushed redwoods with her feet, who could swim a whole lake


in two strokes — she ate human flesh and terrorized the people.


I loved that story. She was bigger than any monster, or Bigfoot,

or Loch Ness creature —


a woman who was like weather, as enormous as a storm.


He’d tell me how she walked through the woods, each tree

coming down, branch to sawdust, leaf to skeleton, each mountain

pulverised to dust.


Then they set a trap. A hole so deep she could not climb out of it.


(I have known that trap.)


Then people set her on fire with torches. So she could not eat them

anymore, could not steal their children or ruin their trees.


I liked this part too. The fire. I imagined how it burned her mouth,

her skin, and how she tried to stand but couldn’t, how it almost felt

good to her—as if something was finally meeting her desire with desire.


The part I didn’t like was the end, how each ash that flew up in the night

became a mosquito, how she is still all around us

in the dark, multiplied.


I’ve worried my whole life that my father told me this because

she is my anger: first comes this hunger, then abyss, then fire,


and then a nearly invisible fly made of ash goes on and on eating mouthful

after mouthful of those I love. 



10 days remain to submit your work for Issue VI: Li Ji (courage & the serpent).

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