The Musings of a Modern Feminist

An amateur poet's take on feminism

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He’s Alive


Since it is Eastertide I decided to write a poem based around the Resurrection. It is super important to all Christians since the Passion, Resurrection and Ascension forms the basis of the Christian faith and makes sense of the whole New Testament. Without that, Jesus would be just another prophet.

He’s alive
And risen
We have a reason to strive
And keep on living.

He suffered
And he died
His heart sputtered
And gave out.

But no more.
Death has lost it’s sting
We know what life is for
What we are meant to be.

Love well and love all
Regardless of who they are
Love lest you fall
Into the darkness of sin.

He’s alive
Then and nore and forever
And we have a reason to strive
And keep on living.

Lent: Part 2


The reading for the First Sunday of Lent was the single briefest summary you’re going to get of Christ’s time spent in the wilderness: Mark chapter 1, verses 12-15

And at once the Spirit drove him into the desert and he remained there for forty days, and was put to the test by Satan. He was with the wild animals, and the angels looked after him. After John had been arrested, Jesus went into Galilee. There he proclaimed the gospel from God saying, ‘The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is close at hand. Repent, and believe the gospel.’

40 days
Walking, praying
40 days
Knowing hunger, knowing thirst.

40 nights
Sleeping, praying
40 sights
Of what could be water.

40 days
Fasting, praying
40 ways
To be tempted, coerced.

40 nights
Crying, praying
40 sights
Of what could be food.

40 days
Sitting, praying
40 ways
To feel alone.

40 nights
Lying, praying
40 sights
Of friends, of home.

40 days
Spent fasting, spent praying
40 ways
To give thanks to God.

40 nights
Spent sleeping, spent praying
40 Sights
Of the gifts He gave.

New Year


Happy New Year to my fellow feminists! I am back after my hiatus because things are all good now. It will be a hard year, with new battles and new challenges and the same old misogyny over and over again. So, since it’s the new year, I thought that I would open with a poem about the new year. The properly feminist stuff will start up from next week!

New beginning,

New year;

New hopes,

New fears.

New disputes,

Old fights;

Trying to gain

The same rights

As our neighbours

And our friends.

Starting new battles

To meet the same ends.

It’s a fresh start

And a new year

So march on

Without fear.

Take each other’s hand

And take up the cause

Without hesitation

And without pause.

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