Time Travel Written in Ink
Authors and scientists tout the impossibility,
the sheer wonder of time travel as if it hid with a leprechaun’s
hoard at the base of a neverending
Yet six coal robed men and women can launch
us into the cult of domesticity with the stroke of a fountain pen,
dragging us back into a world of forbidden contraceptives
and caged women who could only dream
of a future where they could decide to soar,
spreading their wings in their own time.
These women did not have the luxury of a crystal ball
to see a reflection of their present in the twenty-first century.
I was just speechless after the ruling came down. You did a good job of putting some of it into words. I’m inspired to write about it now. Good job.
It was definitely a dark day, and I felt like writing this was the only way I could deal with it in the moment. Thank you, and I’m honored to have been an inspiration to your future work!
Lovely poem for such an ugly step into the past.
Be brave my dear, the future needs you 💛
Thank you for the empowering words💚
Agree with Linda. I had no words either after the ruling came down. You said it well.
Thank you, Pam. If nothing else, we can use our words to enact change and bring us forward instead of back
The future certainly needs us all💛
That was supposed to be a reply to you, H. James, apologies