Poetry: "When Pigs Can Fly"

When Pigs Can Fly

one day when pigs can fly we’ll be at peace with males ancients who deny we are equal to them assume we are weaklings flimsy and frail men who

rap stale sexist jokes/with stings in the tail to prick holes in our minds pierce our intimate skin such outrageous pains we’re right to outface those men slice our wisdom clear from life’s stem

and yet today’s daughters chafe say our message is frayed we need to listen hear men want to change

so sister-witches let us forge a sacred grail inscribed with cryptic spells to make flyers of men

we’ll seek strong ores to cast our cup fill our vessel with hopes long-held and finally unleashed

let’s launch herstory swell libations to the rim proffer men sips rich to smell to drink deep partnered or single let our journeys begin

we sail drenched by magic

cruise on lively ocean waves

believe in destinations

far beyond abandoned landscapes/scenes of stark gendered miseries that caused us to wail

yes if old men can fly we’ll be at peace with them we’ll demonstrate our strength share power where they failed

Ceinwen lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK. She writes short stories and poetry. She has been widely published in web magazines and print anthologies. She was Highly Commended in the Blue Nib Chapbook Competition [Spring 2018], won the Hedgehog Press Poetry Competition ‘Songs to Learn and Sing’ [August 2018] and was shortlisted for the Neatly Folded Paper Pamphlet Competition, Hedgehog Press [October 2018]. In 2017 she graduated with an MA in Creative Writing from Newcastle University and she is now developing practice as a creative writing facilitator with hard to reach groups. She believes everyone’s voice counts. She tweets at @CeinwenHaydon