The sting from making excuses—over—
No more belonging to clubs of little consequence
Those that knock the wind from high hills,
collapsing kite strings, and hope.
Once forced to plant her feet wide and squarely,
like a pugilist's,
she dared them to try and drive over her,
to try to trample her dreams,
to smash images she'd created,
once she'd built bridges and towers.
Her architecture reflected the strength created
with hands made strong from kneading bread.
I used to make bread, kneading the dough is an art and one I never quite conquered. I like her stand and her triumph,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
I wish I could still make bread. There's something about kneading that is calming and works aggression or a bad mood out ot you harmlessly and productively.
ReplyDeleteNot only strong hands, but a strong spirit and will...only we can build ourselves the strongest castles to keep us safe...wonderful piece..
ReplyDeleteStrong women make strong bread. ;)
ReplyDeleteLove this, Sharon. Kneading bread and women's strength
ReplyDeleteI love the voice of strength in this...the resolve that comes through :-)
ReplyDeleteSharon, I love the voice in this. Strong women rule! I am sorry for the late visit. It has been a long week.
ReplyDeletePamela