#BalanceforBetter – Poem for #InternationalWomen’sDay

Keep your balance and your wits

grasped tight.

Knot them between your fingers

like purse straps

when the street empties to darkness

and even the lamplight

does little to chase away shadows.

There’s no rescuing dignity

if you spill,

heels caught in the rickets

of this ladder we’ve built

from the bones of those who wept

behind closed doors.

Emotion would prove them woman

and that was weakness,

still is

in the eyes of some.

So the weak gift their spines and prayers,

hollow themselves into armour

for the next generation,

and the one after that,

in a desperation that they will be the drop

that tips the scales to even.

 

20 Comments

  1. A very telling write, Carol… There’s real depth here and I shall be back for more…

  2. Your closing line is killer; time indeed to bring the scales to even. There have been more Feminist poems out here on the trail and less odes to Spring. I can dig it.

  3. Those who wept behind closed doors are given opportunity to speak, and at last come to know the shame is not theirs.

  4. A perfect poem for International Women’s Day, Carol. I love the purse strap simile and the lines:
    ‘if you spill,
    heels caught in the rickets
    of this ladder we’ve built
    from the bones of those who wept
    behind closed doors’.
    We live in hope that daughters and granddaughters tip the scales soon.

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