Opie's Brush With Bouda Poem by James Fitzpatrick

Opie's Brush With Bouda

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Harangued, by the sickening tweed,
Beaten, by the sweetened stick,
Mauled, by the Laughing man,
Ink dries on the folded page….

She was flogged in an open square
Daughters thorned by the over fed,
She then swore to Opie's rabble
She'd return on the wave of dreams

She took Londinium by flight of tactics
She marched to Wattling breathless but steady,
She shamed bold Nero on the Wagon line
She fought back through the lips of Vergil

Harangued, by the Lioness
Beaten, in the Coliseum of Worded Walls,
Mauled, by the silent women
Ink flows from an open book.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Women
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem relates to the battle for a place in the Literary World as a Female ‘Thinking' Writer, at the turn of 1990's Ireland. Using the Irish Writer Mary McCarthy as a background, and Boudica the Celtic Queen who fought the Roman's as the foreground, this poem tries to relate how difficult it can be for women, no matter how talented, to make their own mark in society in their lifetime. However, it is equally as important to point out, no matter how hard the system may try, Art in it's many forms can on many occasions, survive the lust for control and censorship
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