The Being of Woman A collection of words and images Erin Thomas 10.1.17 The Journey She traveled a mile or ten-thousand score. She leads, even in frailty, deference, to ever much more. Hurt and forgathered, From the perils of men. Came in strength, in droves, And still sang for when. She traveled a mile, Maybe fifty-thousand more. She wed in tender, Wit, clandestine in store. Crimed and damaged, No justice, nor decree, From the bowels of fellow. And still sang defiantly. She traveled the universe From one lonely post. Graceful and poised Durable and host. She traveled an inch, Maybe billions on end. For a thankless elevation Since herself no end. For Her Fear...Because She knows The Community hasn't been set for Her The Unity has instead a deterrent Common...no extraordinary talent The Prayers aren't for her soul, by way The Sacrifice at her sisters toll, their stay The City designed to eat Her alive Rewards are not for the unpaid, instead Stewards of life and inside they stayed, and wed. To Thee, Thyself and Thy...When, Where and Why Seer...Because She knows to Cry The Soon-With-He hasn't been aligned The Punitive has instead been inflicted Uncommon...extraordinarily valiant The Prayers stood direct, in Her way The Sacrificial pardonous troll must pay The Church designed to eat Her alive Accolades are not for the unpaid, unwed Agents of Commonality and gamers play dead. To Me, Myself and I...Now, Here and Shy Greener...Because She grows The Bends Nevermore did send the foundation by way Nevermore ask for endemic to stay Unity, prayer and sacrifice, at will and lark come ends Only in apex hammered the bends. This series is inspired by W.R. and G.F. Papers used in the photographs are handmade by artist Gayle Fitzpatrick
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Georgiana Gallagher
10/2/2017 10:30:25 am
Exquisitely beautiful, Gail's handmade paper us so special !
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