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.
The other day
I thought I’d lost my hope armour.
I’d been looking for something
but a little dull, grey
It turns out that I’d sent it to be upgraded:
The armour was polished
so that I will be flexible
and my words
direct and clear.
The inside has been lined with
I feel caressed
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
We’re taking orders for new hopes
and you can always get existing models upgraded.
The new hope is loving