Poem celebrating the legacy of iconoclastic & aggrieved women we call grandmother, mother, daughter, sister, wife, lover, friend...in light of the #MeToo movement. I stand with you.

A Goddess Intervenes

In Honor of International Women's Day & the #MeToo Movement




Through my senses,
I see sadly her unaffected gazes
Her intrigue's absences
Her relationship to relationships
Slowly and softly bending
Like two birds sharing a stem
The thin branch softly bending
Sighs with her burden;
Trapped in discontentment
Like Winter's malevolence,
But she found in her a weather of resilience,
The sounds of her heels on the stoical pavement echoes like her laughter in the desert paths of remembrance
She throws her head back and laughs
As young men beg for a chance to kill her lack of chance
Her essence glowing like the moon in starless skies
She like a picturesque whirl like a slow moving storm,
Slowly rushes into a room
Smiles in recognition of her adulation
Then sways her hips ever so lovingly
Among the artful debris
And cocks her head as if to hear the dead
Extending her left ear to face the light
Oblivious to the presence of a challenge
Waiting to hear words to confirm her rights
And a tear from the moon falls into her eyes
Then in her benediction glows
Then in her benediction grows
So she opens her mouth and blows a hue of winter,
But sometimes she opens her mouth and blows a hue of summer,
Depending on the noisiest weather!
One day she opened her eyes in horror
To see the moon a reddish color!
To see her world of beauty in fury
crumbling around her like a fallen deity
So then she crumbles too;
Having been made of snow,
The wrath of the wind broke through her window,
then there she lies like the ashes of winter,
succumbed to the intemperate weather,
Then I watch her die, beautifully die.


[from my book: Sparks in the Dark: A Lighter Shade of Blue, A Poetic Memoir]

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