Stepping forth in her armour she felt invincible
Her resolve not to be broken
The looks on their faces were shocked
Astonished at her audacity
That she’d not done what was expected
Her face cleared of the usual paint
Sleek hair left to be wild and exuberant
Suddenly in her nakedness she felt it
Powerful, in control
Their shock at her being as she wanted
No heels, paint, sleek dress just her
Armour plated by being naked
She stared them down when they demanded
Smile pretty lady it’s not the end of the world
Yeah? She replied it is.
She sits there like a queen on her throne
Sceptre a fag hanging down
Flicking ash she makes her choice
Of which horse is worth the money
Not a gamble, it’s a definite winner
Mind you, she’s usually right
Her arrow throwing hand would’ve made her
A formidable opponent in war
These days she’s making sure that in the corner
They’re not messing up her score
As she hits the board to win the darts
Knowing once more she’s nailed it.
Listen girl keep looking you’d say
Watch that fire flicker with dreams
See pictures of life cross it
And swallow the future whole.
Tell yourself you can see and you will
Shadows of orange flame become futures
Worlds of opportunity open to you
If you only believe they are.
I’m not talking magic or hocus pocus
My words are meant to convey
The simple life you can make
If you should need to escape.
The rat runs here no more comfort
Than the days when I was small
Well, in some ways it is but really
I’m only saying why have the same
When you could have it all?
Written about conversations with my nana as a child
There she stood in her wrinkled peach skin
Wizened by years and knowing
That her full self would not be seen
By the people who chose fear
Of age and cunning.
She smiled at the thought of time
Playing pranks on those beautiful ones
With souls darker than any shade
That could be viewed on the bleakest
Of starless nights .
The pulling of the enforced smiles
Bestowed on those who berated her daily
Yet said nothing except sweet hellos
For fear of the old woman’s curse
Of spending eternity with her.
If they knew she thinks I’ve harmed none
From a girl to cailleach
Yet still they fear my separateness
Like it’s catching or enchanted
Or they may learn something.
If I were not a woman she tuts
A hermit I’d be and no fear would follow
But a woman who wants the same…
One day we shall have it. A world of equals
Of nothing different
Of that I can hope.