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Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Song of the vote

I dangled, teasing, out of reach
a longed-for but forbidden peach,
guarded close with jealous care
to starve their worth and stem their speech;

The prize to win, the flag to bear,
the ticket to a better fair;
no woman’s land, possessed and mined,
the word forced through resisting air;

The cause which roused and intertwined
the distaff side of humankind
which spun lives ells and years apart
into a thread which won’t unwind.

Won messily, by bit and part,
by cool head and by raging heart.
No cure-all magic treasure chart:
I am the vote. I am a start.


© Gwen Seabourne

Emily Wilding Davison 

Hebog Tramor is a Professor at a UK University, researching medieval legal history and writing the odd poem.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Keep them coming.