Girl Beware – Heather Carr-Rowe

In this twenty first century
troglodytes live
crawl out from
beneath the rocks
they have clung to
spew their shallow
ignorance that spawns
like mould in the shadows
while we women warriors
will pay the price of salt
hear the crush of gravel
beneath our feet
break the lingering mould
so we can breath free
in this twenty first century.

©Heather Carr-Rowe


I am a tree lover living on the prairies. My poetry is often inspired by my passion for nature, the environment and current affairs. You can read more of my writing at my blog – Sgeoil

Featured Post: Bamboozled – Heather Carr-Rowe

“Now that’s some woman”
you exclaim
I look,
shapely curves
smooth velvet skin
curls in place
wrinkle free
ironed on pages
of some magazine,
bamboozled you are
by a million dollar industry.
“Ain’t I a Woman”
I exclaim,
a little less shapely
no time to preen
days of working
for the man
up all night
nursing a sick child
juggling laundry-meals
living life in the trenches
not on the glamour pages.

©Heather Carr-Rowe


I am a tree lover living on the prairies. My poetry is often inspired by my passion for nature, the environment and current affairs. You can read more of my writing at my blog – Sgeoil

Featured Post: The Clean Up – Heather Carr-Rowe

darkness dawns
and I wipe
the floor with
a squirt of cynicism

scrub the grime
knowing I will
be back on my knees
time and time again

in the fight against
the muddy onslaught
of derision caked upon
patriarchal tongues

scrubbing oppression
and condescension
deeply ingrained in
the hallowed halls

I do not tire,
eventually the floors
will be wiped clean
with the awakening
of the old boys

©Heather Carr-Rowe


I am a tree lover living on the prairies. My poetry is often inspired by my passion for nature, the environment and current affairs. You can read more of my writing at my blog – Sgeoil

Featured Post: No Icing on the Cake – Heather Carr-Rowe

You
say, I
am the second
sex subservient to man,
the little woman kept between
layers of life, like lemon icing-
turned sour with the gumption to complain;
I expect to rise in the mix – be
recognized beyond baker’s conception of icing to the cake
refuse submission to your bakery of delights point of view,
and create a recipe of equality- a new world view
no one submits to Other, rather fresh ingredients mix
deem a society of freedoms to belong together
in ways that no longer require icing
between layers – rather a single cake-
of the whole human perspective,
economic slices are equal
opportunities are fair,
and subservience,
herstory.

©Heather Carr-Rowe


I am a tree lover living on the prairies. My poetry is often inspired by my passion for nature, the environment and current affairs. You can read more of my writing at my blog – Sgeoil

Featured Post: Behind Garden Walls – Heather Carr-Rowe

life began protected
in our mother’s gardens
and as time would have
we ventured forth
nurtured by dreams
of butter cups and lady slippers
carried like winged seeds on a breeze
in search of the meadows
but no one spoke of
garden walls and the weeds
deeply rooted in our society
that bloodied our hands
as we grasped and ripped
at the thistles,
at the vines
strangling our sister flowers,
keeping us tamed,
keeping us planted
within the ancient masonry
of a well organized garden

©Heather Carr-Rowe


I am a tree lover living on the prairies. My poetry is often inspired by my passion for nature, the environment and current affairs. You can read more of my writing at my blog – Sgeoil

Featured Post: Salt Spring Morning – Heather Carr-Rowe

sun creeps
above the horizon
rooster crows awakening
bad feminist
chicken chatter
continued gossip of
previous day’s banter
stirs the world
to stretch and rise
scratch beyond
the surface of
barnyard status quo

©Heather Carr-Rowe


I am a tree lover living on the prairies. My poetry is often inspired by my passion for nature, the environment and current affairs. You can read more of my writing at my blog – Sgeoil