In honour of women’s history month, I wanted to share with you a poem I wrote after studying the suffragettes a few years ago.
I like going through old poems and finding which ones I can share with you guys. I share them as I find them, but often sharing them makes me want to edit and add to the poems or subjects surrounding the poems themselves. I will probably end up editing this one – I wrote it about four or five years ago so it has been a while since I have looked at this.
Who Said It Was Over?
We assume that the window cannot be opened
because he’s kept it locked for so long
she before me
couldn’t find the key
she kicked the glass so hard
cracks began to show
boards were put up
torn back down
the window will be smashed
needs to be
we don’t suffocate
in these four walls
Excellent!
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Lovely poem. Reminds me of the legend of Blue Beard, where the women disappear one by one until the last one plays detective.
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