I watch a backdrop of raging flames
bundles of crackling faggots
the Thunderous wind generated
by the Heat of eight million women
rising in great Billowing black clouds
*
Distant wails for the mother, sister, wife,
and a Hardening
of the spirit in those who Survive
*
A Deadened silence creeps before the roaring fire
only to Release from its fumes single women
distinguishing themselves in a New world
fabricated by men. The lonely individuals
become many, until I see my own Grandmothers
walking towards me, one upheld by the Steel
of her Choices, the other crippled by hers.
From the Ashes of their Ancestors, the painstakingly
slow but necessary demand for Repairs.
*
Stepping into the history of my condition
I step into the Sacrifice made by millions
of Women for their descendants,
from the Wreckage, the Burgeoning
of ancient wisdom put to Sleep for centuries,
kissed long enough, it Awakens,
stretches its limbs and with deepened
but ready Eyes, meets the carrier
of its Continuance.
This is amazing I love this.
And As For Me, I Love You!
“The carrier of its continuance” love that line
This is so beautiful!! You speak to the deepest regions of my soul!
So well put, Kiki. Great stuff!
Thanks Melissa! Waiting for your re turn! xo
Kiki ! Tu continues a m’emerveiller! Cela me fais reflechir a ma condition de femme sous un angle nouveau et si poetique! Ai-je ete , suis-je un “true carrier”. T’ai-je bien comprise?
Oui Suzanne, tu m’as bien compris,tu as été et tu est encore a “true carrier”. xo
Or is the carrier the male tyrants who have been responsible for the repression? I detect a note of confrontation in the final stanza? A time of reckoning…..
Awesome
That billowing fire awakening and stretching its limbs inside your heart meeting the ready eyes of the carrier is the crucible in which the love of women will transmute the heart of men. This transmutation of women and men alike is deep in the Purpose of the Continuance.
Thank you, Kiki.
Dear Ignacio, your comments are poems, thank you for your deep appreciation!