Daughters of China: poetry

by Terry Godbey 

 

Daughters of China, dip your tongues

in cups of oolong tea

like quills into the ink of centuries.

All those hearts unburdened,

silken sorrows, poems

burned by the hundreds.

For every baby girl abandoned

at Qinglong Temple, let tears feed

a silver moonlight stream

from Xian to Nanjing to Shenyang.

Take what is yours — the crumbling earth,

jade mist of morning, providence.

Free the dragon curled inside you.

With feet unbound, step over

each stone rolled onto your path

through the peonies. Push past

any man who tries to stop you.

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