The Women Writing

 The Women Writing

Here they are on the edge of the world 

Perhaps you see the crumbling cliff on which they sit

leaning on bent palms

coconuts waiting to drop

precarious as all existence

They are finding their voices

words coming at them from that soft clattering cadence of rattling fronds

You can imagine the azure sea glistening with sunlight on the curls of the tide 

You can see the green leaves and grey brown trunks

With the color changed to sepia as with images of old, you can barely catch the ocean breeze and fragrance of distant plumeria in the image

These women writing will not be hearing the critical voice, the telling them how to capture their audience

Those who listen will hear their authentic emotive song as the sailors once heard the sirens 

compelled to the rocks

shoals that never learned indifference 

rocks of fate upon your shore itself

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