Polished Mirror Women – Dedicated to Marisol, April Ekphrastic Challenge

 Into the Mirror (remembering Marisol) by Kerfe Roing

Women appearing perfect everywhere
Painted, coiffed, pushed up and laced tight
Waiting for admirers to gawk and stare
Balancing on spikes as if ready for a fight

Painted, coiffed, pushed up and laced tight
No trauma, scars or sorrow the mirror shows
Balancing on spikes as if ready for a fight
No brilliant minds or passionate hearts glows

No trauma, scars or sorrow the mirror shows
Every advantage brought to the fore
No brilliant minds or passionate hearts glows
Polished dolls hiding so much more

Every advantage brought to the fore
Waiting for admirers to gawk and stare
Polished dolls hiding so much more
Women appearing perfect everywhere

©RedCat


Inspired by the artwork by Kerfe Roig and by Marisol’s The Party. 

Read more about Marisol on Wikipedia, MoMA, 1000 Museums, Art Nexus and Aware (in french).

To see all art and read all poems for today go to The Wombwell Rainbow.

Read other Pantoum’s by me here.

Also shared with dVerse – Open Link Night 293.


Kerfe Roig

A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new.  Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand PointingSilver Birch PressYellow Chair ReviewThe song is…Pure HaikuVisual VerseThe Light EkphrasticScribe BaseThe Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100Incandescent MindPea River JournalFiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Hellcat – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Kerfe Roig

Don’t react if they bully and tease.
Turn your other cheek and say please.
Don’t hit back!
No one likes a girl who attacks.
Don’t show you’re smarter than the boys.
It will them only annoy.
Don’t talk back to adults.
Even if they are wrong it’s an insult.
Don’t show you’re smarter than men.
You’ll just be a bother again.
Don’t speak up for anyone’s rights.
They’ll just think you’re picking a fight.
Don’t claim any self worth.
What? Do you think it comes with birth?
Don’t state your opinions.
You’ll just get shun.
Don’t stick out, it’ll break Jante’s law.
Remember you’re just another bah, haha!
Don’t pursue creative dreams.
You might as well chase moonbeams.
Don’t be a nuisance girl.
Do you think you’re a precious pearl?
Don’t be a disturbance.
No one wants to see your brilliance.

Or..
Do the opposite of all that!
Better be called a hellcat than live as a trampled doormat!

©RedCat

More information of the Law of Jante, something that have had a negative effect
on me and many other Scandinavians.
(From Wikipedia)

To see all art and read all poems for today go to The Wombwell Rainbow.


Kerfe Roig

A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new.  Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand PointingSilver Birch PressYellow Chair ReviewThe song is…Pure HaikuVisual VerseThe Light EkphrasticScribe BaseThe Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100Incandescent MindPea River JournalFiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Granddaughters of Red Riding Hood – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Jane Cornwell

We granddaughters of red riding hood
Brought up with the cautionary tale
Have the dangers of dark woods understood

Know everything the world thinks women should
Do to avoid predatory males
As granddaughters of red riding hood

Know there’s sometimes cruelty in manhood
Know that nice personas can evil veil
We have the dangers of dark places understood

Know that getting caught by one would
Lead others to our precautions assail
As granddaughters of red riding hood

We know that one sad fact of womanhood
Most abuser will never face jail
We have the dangers of dark minds understood

Know we’ll live asking if we’ve done all we could
Knowing the price we’ll pay if we fail
We granddaughters of red riding hood
Have the dangers of walking the dark understood

©RedCat


I’ve got such reactions to We just want to get home – Dedicated to Sarah Everard.
Both when I read it live and afterwards. Some comments especially have made my heart ache with the knowledge that way too many women have been assaulted. Will be assaulted sometime in their lives. Click on the link to read it, or hear me read it on dVerse Open Link Live.

This one is a sort of continuation or maybe a companion piece. Because as the abuse seems never ending, so too is the struggle to do something about it.  

Written in the Villanelle form. But don’t bother to count the syllables, because I’ve kept no strict meter. And have allowed the repeating lines to change slightly through the poem. Choosing substance over form.

For all art and all poems go to The Wombwell Rainbow.

Jane Cornwell


likes drawing and painting children, animals, landscapes and food. She specialises in watercolour, mixed media, coloured pencil, lino cut and print, textile design. Jane can help you out with adobe indesign for your layout needs, photoshop and adobe illustrator. She graduated with a ba(hons) design from Glasgow School of art, age 20.

She has exhibited with the rsw at the national gallery of Scotland, SSA, Knock Castle Gallery, Glasgow Group, Paisley Art Institute, MacMillan Exhibition at Bonhams, Edinburgh, The House For An Art Lover, Pittenweem Arts Festival, Compass Gallery, The Revive Show, East Linton Art Exhibition and Strathkelvin Annual Art Exhibition.

Her website is: https://www.janecornwell.co.uk/

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

We Just Want to Get Home – Dedicated to Sarah Everard

Photo by Rene Asmussen from Pexels

We want to walk the night free of fear
Not on high alert whenever a man is near

We want to enjoy the clear moon light
Not keep every shadow in sight

We want to walk the town alone
Without a loved one on the phone

We want to wear high heels that go clickety-clack
Without feeling predators eyes on our backs

We want to wear short shirts
Without it being a license to hurt

We want to go out for carefree fun
Without remembering we have to be clear headed enough to run

We want to live free
Even if a man happens to something tempting see

We don’t want to teach our daughters to fear the dark
We don’t want to tell them to avoid every park

We don’t want to teach our daughters how to prevent
Others not seeking  their consent

We don’t want to teach our daughters to always be on alert
We don’t want to tell them to be suspicious of everyone who flirts

We don’t want to teach our daughters all the strategies
Women use just to be able to go to parties

BUT

Even in trainers on soft feet
We worry about every man we meet

Even dressed in unshapely sack
We know we constantly have to look back

Even talking a taxicab or public transport
We know we might have an assault to thwart

Even with keys sticking from between fingers
That icy icky fear lingers

We just want to get home
Without ending up dead, hidden beneath loam

©RedCat

Photo by Nate Cohen from Pexels

Read more about the Death of Sarah Everard on Wikipedia .

Read about how One in three women are subjected to violence – WHO on BBC News.

Also shared on Open Link #288 March Live edition on dVerse.


A Gilded Cage is Still a Cage – Flash Fiction

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Every evening she goes to the beach. I wonder if it’s the setting sun or the sea she beseech.
What does she hear in the sounds of the waves?
The right incantation to keep her loved ones safe?
The right offering to calm the sea?
A safe path for her sisters to flee?

A gilded cage is still a cage. However posh it looks to those downstage.
The pain, hurt and oppression happens backstage. 

However noble your birth. There’s truly just one species of humans on Earth.

Set all those princesses free. They are people just like you and me.

©RedCat


Note: For both effect and for the international women’s day (March 8th) I choose her, sisters, and princesses. But in reality both princes and princesses, and every other royal should be set free.

Photo by Jessica Cortez from Pexels

All week I’ve had this – A gilded cage is still a cage – phrase in my mind. Brought about by one of Sweden’s political pundits comments on the intervju with Harry and Meghan. She (the political pundit) commented that many people have a lot worse life situation then those two. 

And while that is a true statement. If there’s even a smidgen of truth to, for example; the comments about their, then unborn, child’s skin colour. Every caring, equality minded person out there should be outraged!

The phrase stayed in my mind for another reason though. A question that cropped up after reading the pundits comments. Would she say the same – that wealth and standing precludes you from having and/or airing grievances – if we were talking about one of the Saudi princesses

The one’s risking their lives to flee only to be dragged back and locked in very luxurious prisons. Unable to speak freely. Unable to communicate freely. Stopped from moving around freely. Denied to live freely after their own hearts and minds.

I’ve never been especially either for or against royal families. But the older I get, the more the whole thing seems like ancient ludicrous beliefs that many people would be freer and happier without.


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.

To read other stories inspired by the photo click the frog below.

Click here to read other stories by me.


WikiGap – Let’s close the internet gender gap


Tonight not a poem or flash fiction from me. Instead I’ll share another form of writing challenge with you all!

Since 2018 I’ve been involved in a project called #WikiGap. The project aims at getting more WOMEN and HBTQIA people to participate in writing and editing Wikipedia articles.

#WikiGap invites broad and diverse participation, and allows for local adaptations to the overall theme of closing the gender gap and other gaps relevant for diversity on Wikipedia.

Wikimedia

So go to your language version of Wikipedia and look for persons relevant to an encyclopedia.
If you can’t find an article – write one!
Especially if the person has articles in other language versions.

The bar for being considered relevant differs from each language version, so be sure to read your own.

And if you don’t know how to register, edit or write new articles. Leave a comment or email me and I will help you find tutorials or other sources on how to write on wikipedia.

Have a good night all!

Bolide

Image Source

Brighter than the Moon
Sharp November night noon

The skies roll and rumble
Like Mjölnir thrown in full tumble

As the Goddess chariot descend
To bless a woman ready to ascend
Prepare her for all she’ll trandencend

Color, sex, gender
Weather a woman can
Command, govern and defend

Armour her to break the glass ceiling
Love so she remembers she’s a person with real feelings
Accompany her in this new world story
Be a fast friend in this uncharted territory

Follow the light of the rising star
Guided by science not the conspiratorial bizarre

Flash of insight
Soul-searing bright
Real change comes with grassroot might

As evolution and backward-looking Luddites collide
Future illuminated by the light of a Bolide

©REDCAT

This poem was inspired by the apparent Bolide over Sweden yesterday evening, and by everything I felt and thought as I, with tears streaming down my face, saw Kamala Harris’ speech.

As We Grew

Photo by Daria Shevtsova on Pexels.com

As we grew
Quietly cue by cue
Searching for any clue
That girls equal boys is true
We start to see the real view
No balance, reality askew
Girls pushed to the end of the queue
Made to believe their own subservience should rule
That their own worth hangs on who
Chooses them to woo

Girls, I want you to see the world anew
Imagine what you could do
If you heartfelt knew
Inner wisdom value
Female strength virtue
True love you

© REDCAT

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