Home or Roam

Woman Running Wild

Virginia woolf advocated aloud the proposal

A woman should have her own room at her disposal

A desk to herself

Books on her shelf

500& to her name

So that she could write,  to her fame

Yet she herself was often unwomanly running out

Of her own room，wild, acting out what she talked about

“A woman is not a flower in vase

Set on table for men’s eyes to gaze.

She is a grass in the wild lea

Dancing to the wind ever free.”

 

And woman stayed put 

Dickinson is to be read

With some geeky head

Better at a starry night

In a mindset that is light

Something she had said

Is not to be taken alright

She neighboured the dead

And back, the quick fled in fright

A lofty mind, unfed on bread

Too imperial on her arial flight

To make paramours in her bed

Few living can reach that height

many take her as a book in a nook

She is a fishing flier save a hook