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In her third book of poetry, Bianca Bowers explores the complexities of love and challenges the convention of monogamy.
I think of Anthony and Cleopatra…epic, fated, tragic lovers that drank from love’s cup but once. Only, I am no Cleopatra. I am Juliette, with her teenage desire; ambivalent about poison and war.
Ruminating the one-love-fits-all theory, and toying with the concept of polyamory, the poetic voice travels from a starting point in which forbidden love poses a dilemma worthy of a Shakespearean-tragedy to a more indignant ending in which our brains are slaveowners and love was never meant to be imprisoned.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In her third book of poetry, Bianca Bowers explores the complexities of love and challenges the convention of monogamy.
I think of Anthony and Cleopatra…epic, fated, tragic lovers that drank from love’s cup but once. Only, I am no Cleopatra. I am Juliette, with her teenage desire; ambivalent about poison and war.
Ruminating the one-love-fits-all theory, and toying with the concept of polyamory, the poetic voice travels from a starting point in which forbidden love poses a dilemma worthy of a Shakespearean-tragedy to a more indignant ending in which our brains are slaveowners and love was never meant to be imprisoned.