Daily Archives: April 17, 2019

Four poems by Caroline Johnstone

I am not a silent poet

Solvitur ambulando

Sleep eludes me for we wait, and still we must wait;
for change comes slowly, slowly, in drips
of sweetened milk and force-fed quiet protest.

We must be ladylike as we rock the status quo.
Resistance must not stamp its feet, flaunt itself,
give anyone excuses to blame our sex.

They waved their placards, politely petitioned
for rights, took toffee hammers to shop windows,
set fire to the establishment –

yet still we pick our steps through cacophonies
of wolf whistle stares, sexist shaped salaries,
misogyny that chokes us, clings like muck to our souls.

It is not us who needs to clean our act up.

The moon turns the pages of a new century,
reaches to the corner of my room, shines
on my soft leather boots that sit, tongue silenced.

Worn out and ready to be polished, their impotent gaze mocks
my rage that this…

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Resurrection, by Terrence Sykes

I am not a silent poet

in the 1800 block of Houston Street
in grimy Greenwich Village back
in the turbulent limbo of the 60s
..
that walk up cold water tenement flat
was a dream for a coal miner’s son
fleeing reality of Nam & poverty
..
printing press operator by day
fedora’d longing  poet by night
searching for whatever could be
..
took another name & age
premature gray hair brought
no suspicion to that resurrected life

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