A reminder that today
is for all women.
Not just what those who were born women,
not just those with privilege.
We still need more diversity, inclusion, representation.
There is still work to be done.
Tag: poetry
“What if…”
Let’s just
let the hounds loose
’round Westminster’s corridors
So they can feel the horror, sure
they’d change their minds quick,
Once they realised how sick
It truly is.
What is more extreme?
Me, and my aggressive septum piercing
extreme almond milk
and radical mascara
(that didn’t blind any Beagles?!)
gently, oh so carefully
ask you,
Leah Mallet, 18 year old beauty therapist from Leeds,
Why did a sticker
horrify you so much?
And actual slaughter
not bother you at all?
“I’m on your team”
When you told me
“I’m on your team”
I believed that
You would not leave, and
I keep reminding myself
that you are the real deal, and
that
you
could stick around.
Happy Mother’s Day
A movement that’s laughed at,
All while we like act that
Throats aren’t slit.
You are unfit
To call yourself an environmentalist,
When really, you’re fundamentalists
In this cult that calls murder
‘lunch’.
A 28 Day Cycle
I am a tentative waterfall who really does know its way after all,
and the warmth of the rocks I flow over, it’s calling to me
Bhrahami invoked; vibrations spill from my mouth and my fingertips.
Mountain strong, legs of supporting stone,
and shoulders of elastic. They carry me forwards.
Falling in love with life again
And I’m not in control.
I know that, but
I feel okay, okay on this roller coaster
with its faulty harness
and its loosening screws
The dark clouds overhead are threatening to
electrify the metal track
and throw us into a darkness.
When I feel more up to it.
I imagine that I’ll just trim the leaves and blooms that have died, which will make room for new ones to blossom anyway.
It’s not too hard to straighten the sofa throw.
I imagine I’ll do it in a little bit.
Variable Speed Limit: A Haiku
Fucks sake, I’m trying
To beat my google maps time.
You ruin my drives.
A good day
And then, you have one of those days where, peace is
everything.
It’s small and quiet and unobtrusive but it’s powerful. Taking up the spaces that are usually raging, and the cracks that are empty and crumbling. It’s not even silence, more a peach wash of warmth. Faintly glowing in the background of a good day.
A Vegan Adventurer 