To have the freedom of the drowned sailor #repealthe8th

I am a big college pointer,

Travel sick without moving.

 

I am a 22 year old shop worker,

Unable to walk on water.

 

I am the belle of the Barn,

Hiding beneath Emmet’s bridge.

 

I am a dystopian virgin,

Crouched and cold and slick with dirt.

 

I am a fifties country girl,

Creased and crazed and fraught with fear.

 

I am the child crucifix,

Abused and broken with arms outstretched and feet mud frozen.

 

I am the isolated mother,

Business heels and taut gym skin.

 

I am your walking sin.

 

I am the watcher on the banks,

Trapped between the dank black stilliness and the drowned sailor.

 

And yet

I am the watcher on the bridge,

Caught behind the sailor’s pearl dead eyes,

Listening to a republic’s dying sighs.

 

I am your nurse, I am your teacher, I sold you shares, I am not your mare.

 

Bells ring and bibles beat,

Swallows swirl and dive and dip.

One by one they pick an oil skin to lift.

 

A long dead sailor is carried from this wasteland

While I remain

bathed in the glory of stained glass light.

 

A long dead sailor is carried from this wasteland

While I remain

choked  on rhetoric and  the poverty of sand.

 

A long dead sailor is carried from this wasteland

While I remain

gagged by the past and  weed clogged waters.

 

I am the woman threading time’s spinning wheel,

waiting for a chance to choose but forced to kneel.

I am your prisoner, trapped and dying.

Now is the time to repeal, repeal, repeal!

#repealthe8th #righttochoose #timetoact #ifonlywomencouldwalkonwater

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s