Warrior Woman

A poem about the strength of all women

Warrior Woman sits silent & waits

She stays awake with the owl in the night beneath the silver moon

The shadows creep in and dance about

But still she sits silent & waits

 

Warrior Woman crys out & keens

She walks by day with hardened feet

Gathering strength with each step she takes

But still she crys out & keens

 

Warrior Woman thinks deeply & knows what she must do

She frets for many but woes to the few

As her heart beats for love and for blood

But still she thinks deeply & knows what she must do

 

Warrior Woman swoops down & strikes fast

She lays waste to the cruel and unnecessary

A perilous task to protect and forge new beginnings

But still she swoops down & strikes fast

 

Warrior Woman sits silent & waits, crys out & keens, thinks deeply & knows what she must do, swoops down & strikes fast

 

The wind driven rain, the pale fallen snow, the breaking morning sun, these are her natural guides

Moon-glinted streams, shivering-leaved trees, dew-beaded spider webs, these are her magical guises

 

The medicine man, heyoka, or not

The grandmother who cares for the hearth

The babe that cries for his milk all day

 

These are all hers, part of her, inside of her

 

Even the brave who's heart beats for blood and for love - he is in her, too

This a why she does not stop & fold into the weakness she feels from time to time

From time to time Warrior Woman feels weakness

 

But still she sits silent & waits, crys out & keens, thinks deeply & knows what she must do, swoops down & strikes fast

 

Reviews

[JC]

I love the imagery and imagination in this piece.

I think for flows sake, if it were put into stanzas, it would be even more powerful.

An ode to the warrior in every woman.

Kudos,

JC

[Butterflymom]

This is a very beautiful, and creative piece.