She came from hearty northern stock:
Mecklenburg, Silesia
Terrified men with her strength and stature
Startled all with her open candour
Wrote sweet poems and climbed steep mountains
Roamed with sheep, a shepherd by name
Nursed woolly babies back to life
And wept for those whose time had come
While with the humans she found purpose
Opening ears to all who spoke
Offering mirrors and droplets of hope
Not many knew she was tightly closed
Like an unsprouted kernel — persipan
A seed of potential she stood her ground
Two strong pylons primed for battle
The day will come to breach her shell
These are her legs, they carry her well


  1. taurusingemini · September 16

    A woman is nurturing, sure, but, we are, also, tough, and strong, able to hold our own!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Pingback: Persipan (spoken word video) | Feminist Confessional

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.