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#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.

 

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Carol J Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on her first novel ‘Darkened Daughter’ and attempting to put together a collection of poetry in the hopes of submitting to publication in 2020. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers here on Writing and Works.

20 Comments

  1. scotthastiepoet says

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

  2. Glenn Buttkus says

    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. Beverly Crawford says

    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.

  5. sanaarizvi says

    This is absolutely exquisitely drawn and perfect for International Women’s Day! ❤️

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