Legacy
In a dream, I stood
in swirling mist
naked and alone.
Then saw my right hand
clasped in hand
of another woman
who stood naked
and alone,
right hand clasped by another…
So on it went
this line of descent
down through darkness
of time, til’ time
when first woman stood
naked and alone
yearning for another
woman
to talk to.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/29/2018
Notes: This is not a new poem. It is the final piece in a Chapbook, titled Singing Over The Bones. When Marianne contacted me with her suggestion for today’s prompt, I immediately, agreed, then started wondering what I could write about. This piece came to mind(it’s always been a favorite), but when I got it out, I didn’t like the way it sat on the page, so completely restructured it. For me, that’s good enough to make it new.
The image is a digital painting done several years ago. I was playing, swirling colors around, and saw several women emerge, appearing to be climbing up a mountain, toward a burgeoning sunrise. It is titled, Prayer at Dawn.
Poem is posted at Waiting On Words: Word for day 29 is #MeToo
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Soul's Music 
Yes, it is a wonderful poem. Love the imaginary, and you speak of something so vital to women. Works well with the image. As you say, “I stood alone, in swirling mist.” We are not proud of what happened, but we have learned to stand up for ourselves, and now is a wonderful time, with the “ME TOO,” movement. The future will be different, I hope.
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YES! I love this so much! The image of women, connected down through time, is spectacular. I’m overwhelmed by your concept. We must stand together, and support each other. We’re stronger when we do. This is my favorite piece you’ve written. ❤️
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I love the idea of that line of women, hand in hand, stretching back to antiquity, and forward into the future. Wonderful!
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It’s a lovely poem.
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