Boudica rides forth with the ferocity
and courage of a woman pushed to the brink.
With nothing left to lose, and I know
many like her even now, who bite back
when life tears chunks from their flesh.
She might have been my celtic sister
in another lifetime. Or yours.
She might have been.
The warrior Queen leading her tribe,
I can’t help but feel we’ve all been there.
Warrior women striding out
of the bear pit, blood stained skin
aching heart, tear clouded eyes.
And we blink them back,
swallow hard and keep going.
Perhaps we no longer lead the charge
with a battle cry and steely blade.
But we defend our settlement
to the end, for the sake of our men
our children and finally ourselves.
It’s just what we do, and sometimes we win
sometimes we lose, but in the end
all we can do is keep on fighting.
Bearing our scars when we have to, because
we earned the right, fighting on the front line.
Now please watch the video and listen to the incredible lyrical take on being a warrior woman –
Some Unholy War, Amy Winehouse
(Written for this weeks Poetics prompt over at dVerse Poets. Brian Miller asked us to pick a point in history and write about it)