whats it like to be a woman politician, giving a speech and then your period comes – based on a true story……………………….
Like Boadicea you bloodied those
Young men from your flood of
Womanhood, as they stood prepared
Naive to the Mystery of two forces at work
As a Clay more, double-edged sword
Would sacrifice lambs for the
Greater good –
New layers of Blood and Bone
Will shed so the Goddess soil of the Earth
Since History began men
Go to the slaughter and women nursed,
Died for them without any medals.
Even now, though the sign-up is lower
The taste for red horror and adrenalin
In danger is encouraged by virtual realities
Where witless propaganda assures
They’ll be heroes, strengthening ideologies and
To maintain her pitch, Thatcher on an all nighter
With whiskey and soda plotting Falklands
Victory with her Secretary will go
Down in Herstory as good or better
Than any man, female backbencher or
Campaign director, with a mission to win
Right or wrong.
Did she bleed like you, looking into
Those handsome fresh faces
Under the unseen moon?
No Sacred Heart showed itself in
Her divinity – more like a Caesars.
Female warriors wear the purple today
Ask courageously for time out to deal with the leaks
At monthly intervals and manage moods with
Precision and the power of intuition.
At home in the Nations Senate you are
Keeping the bastards honest, Green and rational as
Significant others try to push legislation to control every
Womans health, wealth and influence past your
(c)copyright Julie McNeill
AT THE PEAK OF MY POWERS
I was all ready to resign – whipped up(stressed)
And Blood showed its laughing smear
To halt me in my tracks of biological destiny.
Those ovaries that egg on desire and
Sex, and damn chemistry of hormones which
Delivers a rampage of confusion, in my mind(because)
I believe, I am certain, I am a Warrior
Against Injustice against me,
And I write and fight for the plight
Of the children and their loved ones
Stuck in refugee camps off – shore, in
Detention – seeking asylum.
Forget United Nations conventions, we
‘Fair- go’ Australians lead the way, compassion
Corrupted by fear of foreigners(xenophobia)
We always do forget we’ll keep repeating the same
Mistakes till we learn, have another Blood sacrifice
For the ‘Greater good’, the message
Comes from on high.
And so many believe them, who throw bombs
As if they were rocks from Davids sling-shot.
I’m all ready to quit my life on Earth,
This losing battle of Joy versus Despair,
Of wailing at the wall – gnashing my teeth
Through the night.
Then as Dawn birds sing, It becomes clear –
I am Fool each moon cycle
In an eternal card game, an archetypal
Female upon the stage, putting on a
Show to please, to provoke and
Do the best I know!
The screw does turn, awareness lightens like
Luna’s mood transitions and Death and Horror
Is committed in somebody elses
Theatre of War.
It’s 4am and I’m singing a song
For the preservation of my vocation,
To deliver us from Evil in the name
Of the God/dess from the depths
Of my Soul and genius of
My Ovarian cycle!
(c)copyright Julie McNeill