Climbing the steep hill towards her little town
she stopped and put the jug of water down
to look across the silent sea.
Where would by now her husband be?
He left the house at night
… for trade…for war…
in stealth before the day rose bright.
Now he’d sail already far.
Always the women had in town to stay
whereas the men took liberty to go astray
by running errands when their life seemed dull,
returning with some goods, their memories full
of real or imagined glorious deeds-
while women cared for all their needs.
It wasn’t fair – she thought there in the sun -
that only women had the house to run,
to till the soil when it was ploughed,
to raise the kids…, that they were not allowed
to share adventures, war and trade.
Maiden as well were courageous and unafraid!
On that wild folk of Amazones she turned her envy
who for themselves bore full responsibility.
They took the chance to act upon their will
without permission of a man. – How ill
were treated women here beneath the citadel
while men enjoyed their freedom well.
What …if she ceased to do her daily duty
to disappear across the blue sea’s beauty?
© I. Beddies
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 03.02.2013.