Blue stockings and Hope Armour.

This is not the November 9 World I wanted to wake up to. I’m wearing blue stockings in honour of yet another smart woman who lost out to misogyny (amongst other things) and as a symbol of the hope I have for a better world and a system that improves for everyone.  

Even though we might be driven by anger and disappointment I feel that we must be good and gentle as we go into this fight. We need new kinds of globally regenerative resistance (aka permaculture) and fancy new armour.

Hope Armour

The other day

I thought I’d lost my hope armour. 
See

I’d been looking for something 

armour-shaped,

but a little dull, grey

and of

heavy

metal.
It turns out that I’d sent it to be upgraded:
The armour was polished

articulated

so that I will be flexible

and my words

direct and clear.
The inside has been lined with 

(non-mulesed)

merino.

I feel caressed

insulated

yet breathable

and even after a summer’s day resistance

I will not stink.
My upgrade came with a cape

that i will embroider

with our stories

and a newly-honed hope axe

for breaking down barriers.
Heavy metal is good for rage

but not always so good for hope.

So my shield broadcasts a mix of tunes

for optimised good times.
My hope armour feels as good as new

and as it is cold out I will wear it with 

bright

blue

leggings. 
We’re taking orders for new hopes

and you can always get existing models upgraded.
The new hope is loving

and fierce

and flexible.