No one knew of the flying woman
No one knew if she would fall
No one knew she hovered above
Watching those who stumbled on the cobbles after painting the town red hoping for a bloody breast to fill their stomache one night more.
Free range chickens -motherless
Hoping that no proud rooster would make an early morning call
For one night peace could be theirs thanks to the flying woman they found spread out
Life is mostly forlorn.
Posted on Sep 29, 2021, in POETRY, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Beliefs, Creativity, female empowerment, Feminist, humanity, poems, POETRY, Recovery, Stream of consciousness. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.