Thoughts

When you leave me,
please —
spike my gloom
with silver sickle
of a waxing moon
and in the wake
behind you
please —
trickle pebble stars
to guide me through
your night till dawn.

When you leave me,
please —
light me candles
by your bed.

Nude I by Edvard Munch

Today De hosts Quadrille at dVerse, and the word is spike. If you haven’t joined before the challenge is easy. Write a poem in exactly 44 words including the given word.

Tandang Sora was poor and her only means of livelihood came from the profits she got into selling. One day in August, the Supremo and his forces, tired and worn out, but determined to fight the enemy, came to the house of Tandang Sora, who immediately gave them a hundred sacks of rice from her storehouse, ten carabaos and tools they would need. She herself had become a revolucionario. Her help extended from giving provisions to the movement; she took care of the wounded and sick freedom fighters, not fearing that she would be caught by the Spanish authorities.

A Filipino Woman Married to a Spaniard – she overheard remarks about the Filipinos from her Spanish guests. She was in her room, went out and told them to stop. When they wouldn’t stop, she told her husband. He sided with his countrymen and ignored her request. She took a stick…

Image: Woman – Her Journey

Every woman I know has had it tough by virtue of birth.

This, of course, is my male perspective on women.

I’ve been fortunate in life to have known some very strong and determined women, my mother was one. In her own way, she brought my brothers and sister up to be the people we are today.

My mother came from a completely different era, what we might consider ignorance now was the norm back then. My mother didn’t have access to the world as we know it and she was unworldly we might say. But fundamentally she was a woman who knew right from wrong and was quick to point it out to us when needed.

Since my mother died early, 57 is young these days, I’ve been surrounded by women of different kinds. The woman I married was a strong-headed woman, she…

Is chivalry dead.

As fair maidens venture forth, searching for the Holy Grail of gender equality.

Is chivalry dead.

As women storm the bastions of male power and aggression.

Is chivalry dead.

As women shield themselves from sexual predators

Is chivalry dead.

As women armour themselves against servitude in foreign lands.

Is chivalry dead.

No.

Chivalry is alive.

Turned into mutual respect.

The battle is not yet won.

But the tide has turned.

Men and women marching together.

Under one flag.

Today, March 8, is International Woman’s Day. This is one mans hope for the future.

Woman – Her Journey

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

There is no restriction on the format or the length of thepiece. It just has to be your reflection on the prompt from the core.

Write a post on your blog, and link it up with here with apingback, or copy-pasting the blog link in Comments.

I eagerly await your responses.

As I wanted to write a post about woman of today, for the international women’s day, 8th March, this gives me an ideal opportunity to do so. Thanks Reena.

The Awakening

She is subjugated, imposed upon and discriminated against. But a woman is still the strongest being in all the races that reside here on the planet earth.

She is now growing in strength. Maturing in thought of how to defend herself from the abuse and harassment that has been meted out to her since times immemorial.

The wife, the mother…