My horoscope said, ‘Today
there will be an intense
conversation. You must
express your views.’
I waited all day. Only
the bland and average,
the practical, necessary,
everyday exchanges.
Then, that night, on TV,
the documentary — Australia
and the war in Vietnam. ‘Oh look,
I’m there!’ I said, pointing.
But it was only a glimpse, just a few
of the women from Save Our Sons.
‘They didn’t show me,’ I said,
‘But I was there that day.’
‘What were you doing there?’
I stared at him. ‘I was holding up
a placard. I was standing
with the others. I was protesting.
‘I remember, I was about eight months
pregnant.’ ‘Oh, you silly thing,’
he said indulgently. Then
our conversation became intense.
April PAD Challenge #12: ‘Something ...’
Also submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #97
Wow, Rosemary. I am so happy I came in here tonight to find this poem. I remember those years - the times they were a-changing, and you had a good reason in your belly to protest the war. They are still fighting wars that should not be happening. Sigh. We almost changed the world back then - we wanted to - but they assassinated all our leaders and we grew dispirited.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I kept on with women's lib.......which showed me a way out (of the marriage)- so maybe, more accurately, a way IN - to life!!!!!!!! Those were the days, my friend.
I knew you were a sister! xx
DeleteOh, the times they were a-changing. Good for you for standing up and protesting for what you believed in.
ReplyDeleteLovely prose.
Love this - how you have made the ordinary special!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Thank you, Anna.
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