Gossamer Freedoms

Most of my poetry writing has taken the form of song lyrics. But I just found this poem that seems even more relevant now than when I wrote it a while back, so I decided to post it.

Gossamer Freedoms

Women’s rights are human rights;

human rights are women’s rights,

not always so,

may not be so for long,

still not completely so anywhere,

still not so everywhere,


Fragile freedoms, won

through years of suffering

in sit-ins and fasts and prisons,

through years of rising up in rallies and marches,

refusing to give up or give in.


Fragile freedoms won,

freedom to vote and freedom to learn,

freedom to teach and freedom to preach,

freedom to choose and freedom to dare

to be more than they said we could be.


Fragile freedoms,

floating now on gossamer wings,

hanging in the balance,

holding on

for life.

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  1. Florence Quillin
    Posted May 22, 2019 at 2:58 pm | Permalink

    This is beautiful!

  2. Joan Wharton
    Posted May 22, 2019 at 7:14 pm | Permalink

    So beautiful.

  3. janna
    Posted May 27, 2019 at 4:33 pm | Permalink

    Thank you, Florence and Jo, for reading and for your kind words!

  4. Anne Linstatter
    Posted June 2, 2019 at 3:45 pm | Permalink

    Thank you, Jann, for reminding us visually and through your words of the fragile nature of our freedom to make decisions about our own bodies and lives.

  5. janna
    Posted June 7, 2019 at 10:33 am | Permalink

    Thank you, Anne, for your comment. Yes, our freedoms are fragile. Thank you for working for these freedoms for decades! We will persist!

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