As a sort of post script to my blog post of yesterday on women in crisis all over the world – through Covid and beyond – I thought I’d share a little poem that I wrote.
It is about women who live their lives under a kind of perpetual lockdown, Covid has merely cast a spotlight on it.
This is not to romanticise their suffering or trivialise it in any way, but I hope these women can see how strong they are; through all the oppression and suffering, they show us they have nerves of steel.
And through all the abuse – physical and verbal – they retain their composure and grace.
The same that one sees in flowers. Even when pressed down.
Peripatetic Perch 
[…] a previous post, I had shared a poem I wrote about these women in which I used the metaphor of pressed flowers. […]
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