A Celebration of Women - The Goddess Alive

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Ode to wild-eyed, Revolutionary Women

By Megan Coleman

Here’s to the naughty women—

weeping with pleasure,

moaning til the morning,

giving and taking

in rhythm and resonance,

stockings and lace,

corsets and strap-ons,

who gives a fuck—

glitter and lips,

creating fires

in the firmaments,

radiating miracles

mayhem

and magic.

rocking the love

out of each of you

through the night.

mouths open to the rain,

speaking their truths

like oceans rolling and crowing,

unafraid of the backlash of wrath

for being free—

thrusting honest words out like

fires crackling and cackling,

air shaking and quaking,

earth foretelling,

hearing the wounded

and their cries.

woeful tears for the world,

taking in all

the haunted harlequins and horror-shows,

the dying lovers and brothers,

this madhouse rock

of a planet

into their wombs,

into their lungs and hearts bleeding,

holding the pain

of history,

adding softness and forcing

fierce light back out

into the hurting.

we were wild-eyed women,

gripping the ground,

howling at the river,

forgetting forever

and living

Here…now.

we breathe together

like music strings vibrating

and souls singing

to the rafters

in the loudest of

rhapsodies and revolutions.

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