We were moving forward 

on an upward path 

or so we thought

until time’s accordion opened,

suddenly as clouds part

to show the blazing sun.

Music of then became now and

forgotten strains swelled.

Not long ago 

in grandmothers’ time 

women raged

for their right

to vote.

Now their cries pierce through

billowing dust as

lost stories dance

from unlocked folds and

tales of exclusion

thought long banished,

(yet only a century old),

rumble from pursed lips.

Just so, ballads of millennia

tumble from a land 


one hundred (and fifty) years.

Linear myths shatter

while expanding worlds swirl 

time reveals its nature.


©2017 Ontheland 

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