I keep sending poems to Visual Verse; hope springs eternal… This was the June image.
Image by Craig Carry
The only way to get ahead, they said, is to ape.
Be as strong as they are, as hard-headed.
Drink and swear, fight and break,
and leave the mess for someone else.
Hard heart, they said, take no prisoners.
But she, strong as oaks, was tender as new birch leaves
with dream children in her thoughts.
She fought with fists as hard as theirs,
but she never left a mess behind,
and when the drinking was done she kept a clear head
because someone has to drive home.
She swore as well as any man
but not to belittle her own genitalia.
They mocked behind her back and some to her face,
a woman without children is not a woman
and a woman with children is a burden to the business.
She fought until it seemed the game was not worth the candle
and she jumped.
Glass ceilings hurt
but not so much as the glass cliff.