The pages of history are littered
with men telling the stories
of women they barely knew
far less understood
They fill in the blanks
and rub out the mystery
and concoct a fiction
they may earnestly believe
but that bears little semblance of truth.
Scripture too
bears all the marks
of redactors
whose bodies could not know
the cycle of nature
the passion and beauty
the promise and the scars
the strength and sacrifice
the complexity
and compulsion
of womanly wiles
And it would be
much too dangerous
to give power
to the absence
in a similar way
that it was once purported
that pockets in a woman’s dress
would lead to sedition
So the spaces
are not allowed to be
for fear they will grow
into a story untamed
beyond control
of the raconteurs
with agendas to be met
and pages to be filled.
And the stories
of absent women
are moulded
and chiselled
made safe
for the sharing.
Until a new generation emerges
to break open the moulds
and allow absence
to be presence
once more.
Thank you wonderful words and I look forward to. Seeing part 2
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