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How sad and yet common,

That warrior women solemn…

Are seen two ways

In opposing gaze,

Defying the wisdom of Solomon.

The women’s warrior class,

Struggles against typecast…

Female roles

Stuck in pigeon holes,

Which some think a thing of the past.

Men on the other hand,

See female warriors grand…

Stories like Xena

Or scant-clad Athena,

Excite those male sex glands!

Thus MEN don’t take seriously,

War against patriarchy…

A male dominated

World overrated,

From which free spirits would be freed.

–Jonathan Caswell

(image from the “hortus closus” blog)



(Yeeesss–a play on the movie title, “A Bridge Too Far”!)

He recently overheard talk

About the “other side”

Of a woman he had once adored…

For whom he’d have cheated or lied.

To him, she became a goddess,

Like a warrior princess of ould…

Infatuation-Lust with a capital “L”,

Fear kept him from being too bold.

This half-working man and the full-woman “she-wolf”

Saw each other most days…

Hook-line-and-sinker with loyalty

He ALWAYS found her praised.

She didn’t need another,

She kept a boyfriend on the side…

Had divorced a husband not MAN enough

To be so in her eyes.

She caught  on to his attachment

And the fevered fervor within…

The same personal details openly mentioned

Became daggers to plunge in.

Caught and completely sold out,

He staggered from his pain…

He knew that it would have to come—

This goading to force him into shame.

That full-bodied she-wolf and the half-working man

Both had their own loves to keep…

Yet still for years of recov’ry there-from,

For her memory he’d easily weep!

–Jonathan Caswell