As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

#14: Almost halfway through National Poetry Month and NaPoWriMo: today’s Poem is, again, another rejection from a collection, as I move to repurpose a phenomenal amount of work. It was, on reflection, the weakest part of a strong selection. presumably, once I can make everything string, I might succeed…

Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀


a mark of disgrace 
associated with a 
particular circumstance,
quality, or person.
Loud, stupid girl, that witch
who always ruins everything:
introverted, badly-dressed
sewn patches, gold brocade, white lace
the mental girl we love to hate
disgraceful adjectives are commonplace.

Five decades on, nothing has changed
women hold back, must never swear:
make noise, object to circumstance
offer alternatives to status quo;
abuse is now considered out of place
does not stop you yelling in my face.

That day you picked up, threw a chair at me
because I didn’t act as you saw fit:
yelling abuse through window’s steamy space
because I dared to challenge circumstance;
stigma is other’s badge to pin with pride
except we know the pain you hold, inside.

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