Poem of the Week | Voices by Máire Morrissey
Voices
By Máire Morrissey
After the storm
there is a stillness,
it descends like a soft drizzle
to bless the morning.
Down by the cove,
the gulls gather
to bathe in rain filled rock pools.
Great mounds of seaweed
cloak the strand,
and there is one woman
going in for a swim.
I watch her stride out
to find her depth
and I too am swimming
wading into the waves,
the heavy crawl out
of abuse.
For I know the twists and turns of the tide
the tormentors of every proportion,
Kin no longer counts,
no more duty or obligation,
a life of shame.
November storms in
and I awaken
to feelings of being hunted,
the panic of so much still to do,
old expectations,
self hate and blame,
but I ask my racing heart
what would you like to do,
and in the silence
I hear the voice
that has been shouting warnings
all of these years.
I choose to listen to her cries
of sixty odd years.
I put my arms around her
and together,
we walk home.
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