Saturday, 8 March 2014

Day 596: International Women's Day

What better poet to post on International Women's Day than Margaret Atwood? She can tell a thing or two about strong women, about survival against all the odds, self-acceptance and self-realisation and love.

Shadow Voice - Margaret Atwood

My shadow said to me:
what is the matter

Isn't the moon warm
enough for you
why do you need
the blanket of another body

Whose kiss is moss

Around the picnic tables
The bright pink hands held sandwiches
crumbled by distance. Flies crawl
over the sweet instant

You know what is in these blankets

The trees outside are bending with
children shooting guns. Leave
them alone. They are playing
games of their own.

I give water, I give clean crusts

Aren't there enough words
flowing in your veins
to keep you going.


  1. This is the perfect poem for me to read today. PERFECT.

    1. Glad you enjoyed it Cheryl! Have you read much of Atwood? An amazing writer - feisty and brazenly honest.


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