Far away on the veldt
where the golden grass sways
A lioness drops her head
says
“when is it coming Mother – our numbers are dwindling”
“Soon”
Whispers the moon
Adrift In the ocean
Another harpoon
A mother
loses her child
watching it hauled
flopping and bloody
on to the vessel
The men running
to secure the chains
She feels her calf’s pain
in her veins
Writhing
and cries
“When is it coming?”
“Soon – be strong little mother – soon”
And bombs fall
A mother wraps her shawl
huddles with her children
in the shelter of a wall
Tears streaming
Heart screaming
“When is it coming?”
But she can’t hear the reply
though it is there
She is blinded
and scared
by a thousand years
she has lost her instincts
Thinks no one cares
But they do
And the she wolves call
And the eagles scream
and the hot earth rises
lifting the steam
and along the tarmac
the soft shoes march
pink is the colour
that blurs as they pass
and a little girl asks
“What are they doing”
To her father
“They are becoming”
He whispers
And I wonder yet
if he even understands
that the ocean has her power
The clouds bring the floods
Even the earth rises up in dust
and in every one of us
is her power
the sacred feminine divine
No wonder they shuddered
tried to muffle it down
For years they burnt us
and drowned
the women that rose up
to declare
this is wrong
For there is no tsunami
There is no flood
No fire
No storm
as great and awesomely powerful
as when women stand together
and start the housework
And this planet needs a good clean out from one end of it to the other! When I speak of they Insont mean good men. Good strong men love good strong women – they are our partners. Yin and yang.
When I say they I mean the men of power who are corrupt and evil and yes there may be women there too but the overwhelming majority are weak men.
Donald Trump was the straw that broke the back of women everywhere – he was that last pair of dirty underwear tossed on the bathroom floor that set this cleaning storm to start.
I hope it doesn’t stop until the world is clean again. And good men know – to either pick up a mop and help or get out of the way – there is work ahead.
Tragedy of human making. Sad.
I hope the poem had a hopeful tone – I am feeling hopeful Yassy. So much work to do but none of it will get done if we don’t all start helping. I am hoping for change – I think the whole world is. Maybe I’m thinking too big and far ahead – but that is just my way 😊❤️
Your poem says what the whole humanity wants. I hope we get the peace.
Me too Yassy 🕊
Enjoyed your poem! An evocative rendition of treacherous occurrences that plague us creatures – great and small. Troubling times we live in. Thanks for sharing!
I’m so glad you liked it – thank you for your kind words 😊
Thank You! 🙂
This poem was incredible. I love the passsion, pain, hope, and truth in your words. I also enjoyed your note at the end. Stronger together. ✊
Rachel I am feeling so much in my heart – I was lying in bed when the lioness walked into my head – I had to tell her story the whales and it is truly our story – humanities story – I had tears rolling as I typed but hope such hope because I hope that women will start cleaning from one end of this planet to the other and that good men will help them – to see all those ladies with humour and grace – so many of my idols Cheryl Strayed Marianne Williamson so many others – it gives me hope there might be a solution coming. I’ll join it – already have ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊️💅💃🏾👢🔥🌪 🌏
Your heart spoke to mine. I could feel the emotion behind this post. This is one of my favorite pieces I’ve read in a long time.❤
Mine too – favourite that is – glad it touched your heart – I’ll try to keep writing from mine ❤️
This poetry is just divine..^^
Thanks Neal that’s very kind and much appreciated 😊