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.
This is the perfect poem for me to read today. PERFECT.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it Cheryl! Have you read much of Atwood? An amazing writer - feisty and brazenly honest.
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