“A Banshee’s Cry” by Jamie McCauley

a long leering stair,

muscles made from earth,

an arrow, a bow

an aim straight and narrow,

a leader condemned

to a crown,


a roar cry


that bends the air.

walk strong, walk honored.

a rebellion in the wake.

take their purpose,

let them speak,

a wound upon

my shoulder.

deep rivers of red


a broken cry


demanding all I am,

a bloody arm to cease

the battle.

Their day complete,

Equality met.

And I prove my point.

It’s never-ending


a woman’s cry


another obsolete defeat.

I fought for the cause,

And now,

marriage and dishes.

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