Just sitting down for a tea break and wanted to share this, thought others may enjoy it as I did
“ I've got an 'itch, but it's hard to describe.
Does it start with the same letter as Butterfly?
Or, is it the same as the beginning of Wilderness?
Many a man has tried to tell me which one it is,
in subtle ways and really obvious ones.
I'm "a little much", "aggressive".
Did I say something he didn't like?
Then the 'itch that I've got,
it must start in the same way as the word Bold!
Or, was I "scary", "too dark"?
Did I have the wrong look in my eye?
Then it must be the 'itch
that begins in the manner
of Wind, of Wildflower
of Wolfsbane and Wide Wonderful thighs.
Maybe it's that I have no 'itch at all
but a deep intuition and I heed its' call.
Maybe no 'itch whatsoever
Just a powerful voice.
And a man's fear is not my fear
and strength is a choice.
Those 'itches cast on women have been used to control,
to diminish, to make small, for ages.
Their sway is fading.
The spell is too old.
So maybe I am
and maybe I'm not
By night I write poetry
by day, stir a pot.
I dance with long hair hanging to my waist.
A black cat follows me everywhere I go.
I have a resting 'itch look on my face.
I have a voice and I use it
I speak plainly what I mean.
And I learned a long time ago
how to make 'itch cream.
So while men have tried to define us
and cut us down to size
to mold us, shape us, control
with these words they love to despise
These 'itches have made us grow stronger
and more resilient over time.
So embrace us or hate us
we are undiminished
and we're moving into our time unphased
as we've taken back those words
and reclaimed those names.
Maybe I am both
and maybe I'm neither.
It doesn't matter.
The rules were set for us
and they crafted the perimeters
But we don't play the game.
We remain untamed and unnamed
~ © Earthdancer, "The 'itches"
The poetry of Earthdancer
Art by Julia Jeffery, "The Wild Harvest"
Stonemaiden Art
www.stonemaiden-art.com”
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