darkened room is full of it, oestrogen, I mean
wafts around us like pungent perfume,
lingers on our glowing skin, our hair and everywhere;
strappy bras and miniskirts, high heels and tight jeans,
glasses chink, chink, with swigged beer bottles.
phones light up feminine faces; a laugh, a cheeky grin
partners or babysitters left alone at home.
claimed our space between bar and stage.
arranged like prayer books around our feet
The all male band, don’t miss a trick as they play
and fast, with our reptilian hips
time skips a beat and all I can hear are the
of our ancestors, dancing round tribal fires,
and defiant, in their oily midnight skins!
Women! We were once like dinosaurs. We roared
giants, needing nothing from men but their sperm,
affirm the fecundity of our sacred blood, Jesus,
were gods, back then.
men found the strength to turn away from us.
and silenced us with Original Sin.
Some, made up shame full rumours about Eve’s insatiable desire
more apples than poor Adam could possibly sire!
mind about losing face, we were busy, guys
the human race! So we called a truce
shrunk ourselves, bound our feet, became whalebone thin.
ourselves up on silken sheets and prayed to
masculine god, oh yes, we knew how to please and
liked us better when we were on our knees!
softer, almost invisible, like rare birds; we
trapped by nets of romantic love and sold,
single band of foolish gold that wound and bound us
zealous laws; designed, to keep our claws in and
out the battle cries of our warrior queens
lived and died, on their own terms
isn’t the end!
There’s Cleopatra and Boudicca in the corner
(Pulling the cork out of their third bottle)
the world to rights and reminiscing over battle scars
soon joined by Joan of Arc, who has also
the first female pope which could get confusing
she’s also called Joan, sometimes John
hey, that’s another untold story that probably didn’t end in glory!
both accept a large glass of wine and
in the dissing of Julius and Mark Anthony
could never agree on domestic policy, the kids
world domination, which, the girls think
really achieved through religious assimilation
some really dodgy taxation)
Sound familiar? It should! What would the girls
of us now; how far we have come
family and sexual freedom but I think there is
something missing, the option to just do nothing
think we have changed, become more humane
we’re not to blame for what happened, back then!
witches were burnt or drown and even our crowned
were ceremonially wedded, bedded and then
beheaded all in the name of Patriarchy.
Today, our children are still sold into slavery
by gangs; drugged, raped, stabbed, and shot
life had such little meaning or worth!
should be wailing in the streets, grabbing their hair
tearing it out in great handfuls of pain while
the names of those they have lost;
the world the horrendous cost of such senseless loss
hide our grief behind greedy cameras and allow
Others to tell our stories and sell them on global media markets
just one day, then they are swept clean away, under
The saddest man made carpet, the world has even seen.
No wonder lessons are never learnt!
This is the End!
It’s World Poetry Day today so I thought I’d send this rant poem out into the world in the hope it survives! It started out as a fun, celebration of female friendships but the news of all the gang related murders that have happened recently in the UK bled into my words.