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Rita S Spalding |
We Are Triangle Women
where is the dress from long agowith white wrinkles across the skirt
hemline torn from croquet winnings
straw hats flat and hiding the sun
romantic submissions lie down
their heads bowed low with acceptance
gibson girls embraced bright thoughts
til fires came and burned them hot
their young white oak bones on sidewalks
wedding bands ivory broaches
told stories of who they once were
eyelashes fluttered filled with tears
futures that were never to come
threads that would never be stolen
steel doors that were never opened
shoes that pumped pedals pumped no more
they stood and marched like tin soldiers
on floors of men and into streets
they stood tall in large see-through bubbles
surrounded by rounded mother arms
wearing softly wrinkled white skirts
banners held high above their souls
the cold century stared ahead
one day their lives again would be
with heads bowed low in gender shame
broken hair combs and sidewalk bones
stroked in a moment swept by pens
demanding their hemlines be torn
demanding their hemlines be torn
they are less women than white skirts
with new hats to hide their crying
Award winning poet Rita S. Spalding has been published in 18 Calliope anthologies, National Library of Poetry, AX-POW Magazine, The Heartland Review, Kentucky Monthly Magazine, Keeping the Flame Alive, Fallen, Rebirth, The Rye Whiskey Review, Walden’s Poetry and Reviews, Poet-Tree Magazine, and Kentucky Humanities. Abstract Ribbons, was published in 1992 and in 2025 two more books were published, What is Beauty, and The Eighth. She was nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
She was featured in podcasts and the Kentucky Author Celebration, Kentucky Writer Celebration, Insomniacathon, Vagabond Poet National Tour, and 2025 Ohio Valley Folkways Symposium.