Ourstory
Let us now praise women
with feet glass slippers wouldn’t fit;not the patient, nor even the embittered
ones who kept their place,but awkward women, tenacious with truth,
whose elbows disposed of the impossible;who split seams, who wouldn’t wait,
take no, take sedatives;who sang their own numbers, went uninsured,
Knew best what they were missing.Our misfit foremothers are joining forces
underground, their dusts minglingbreast-bone with scapula, forehead
with forehead. Their steady massbursts locks; lends a springing foot
to our vaulting into enormous rooms.
Carole Satyamurti kindly gave us permission to reprint one of her poems, Ourstory.
What better recognition for those of us who feel ‘awkward’ and like ‘misfits’ than this celebration of women.
You can hear more of Carole Satyamurti’s poems on the British Library ‘Poetry Archive’ website, and on YouTube
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