nasty woman
some folks call her
a bitch
who would consign her
to death in a lonely ditch

she’s self-sufficient
she does nothin’
on a whim
she has in spades
she withstands the cult of “them”

God bless all
the nasty women
who care not
what others say
join together
nasty women
a strong force to chase evil away

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the visitor (for LCL)

when my doorbell rang
my face broke out in a smile
cause I knew it was my friend
whom I’d not seen in awhile

Bryan Ferry was spot on:
love is the drug
so I met her with open arms
Covid be damned – I gave her a hug

into the lounge we went
so she could have a wee rest
there I read her a speech I’d written
for the next BLM protest

then, armed with iced tea
& the usual bottle of wine
we moved into the garden’s
warm afternoon sunshine

the morning rain had vanished
an unexpected treat
joyously we bared our skin
to the early evening heat

together in the garden
we spoke of everything
retaining optimism
for what the future might bring

a girl who’s entered womanhood
a woman near the end of her life
both unmindful of race or class
making plans for a world with no strife

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a woman

you cannot tell her
what to feel
& before your idols
she will not kneel
the things she knows
you can’t belie
her reality
you must not deny
intensely loyal
to family & friends
her loving hand
she quickly extends
a gentle heart
with a core of steel
unashamed of
her sex appeal
she can’t be restrained
by chains or locks
she’ll always break free
from any box
make her angry
or make her cry
accept the risk
that she might fly
but if you can
accept her need
she’ll happily follow
where you lead
& she will love you
deep & long
if you’ve the courage
to hear her song

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Our Girl

the Queen of Castle Order

in a verdant valley
betwixt two hills of green
there dwelt a beautiful
& solitary queen

her domicile was marked
by a lush flower border
& she was known to all
as the Queen of Castle Order

the castle gardens were filled with flowers
lined in military rows
no sign of weeds or garden tools
or an uncoiled garden hose

her castle was small
but immaculately kept
& beyond its borders
no chaos or cruelty crept

the townspeople loved her
in spite of the fact she had nothin’ to say
& she was quick to smile
though she kept everyone at bay

every day she’d leave the castle
beautifully gowned
nodding & smiling benevolently
she’d walk through the town

& the people smiled & waved
making sure her path was clear
it was their way of showing
that they held her very dear

still, the people wondered
for she was no ugly crone
why was she always silent?
why did she live alone?

unbeknownst to them
their Queen had made a vow:
she’d never speak or love again
no way, no how

for once there’d been a boy
she’d loved with her every breath
but thoughtless words she spoke
resulted in his death

thus it was that like Cassandra
her words would never be believed
so she made her vow of silence
though doing so left her grieved

she realized over life
she had no control
so she created a world of order
to soothe her lonely soul

inside her castle
where no one had ever been allowed
she’d made an orderly world
or which she was quite proud

all of her treasures
had their own special place
of dust or dissension
there was nary a trace

once the Queen got lonely
& took a neighboring prince as her mate
but the curse of the gods was strong
& soon the prince’s love turned to hate

so the Queen accepted her fate
living happily alone in her castle
taking comfort in the order she’d created
& a life free of any hassle

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even ardent feminists have their moments

no one sees you in the morning
without your made-up face
no one else’s mess to clean
things remain in their proper place

no one leaves the top off the toothpaste
or one lonely sheet on the toilet roll
no dirty dishes in the kitchen sink
and the TV remote is yours to control

but when you climb in bed at last
on nights when the wind makes a lonely shriek
do you regret your single status?
do you feel something of a freak?

when you unlock that door
at the end of your working day
do you long to see somebody?
a lover to whom you can say:

hey sexy, it’s only me
will I cook or
will we go out for tea?
how was your day?
mine was shit – wait’ll you hear
then into their arms you can disappear

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ardent feminists

this folder is empty

as black & empty
as the vastness of space
white & crisp
like new curtains made of lace
hard & heavy
like Sisyphus’ boulder
a fire that
continues to smoulder

like any animal in a trap
like a bad dose of the clap
like weeds grown wild
with all the confusion of
a bullied child

like a closed coal mine
you wait
like clothes dryin’ on a line
like a woman awaiting birth
jes’ hold your head high
an’ remember what you’re worth

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