the song of the sea

Race and class identity create differences in quality of life, social status, and lifestyle that take precedence over the common experience women share.

bell hooks, Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center


Written as part of a summer assignment for the MA Gender, Media and Culture course at Goldsmiths University of London 2021-2022. Inspired by the quote above.


the king shouts from across the deck

“take a good look, men!”

a storm rages over the wreck

for the honour you defend.


three sheets to the wind!

the men say

in victory, we return!

and they shall sing and they shall prance -

o the glory we have earned.


crack 'er open!

the men say

the race has just begun!

barrels of wine with a feast to pair

- a true celebration


the king calls on his concubine

"a woman like no other"

skin that looked and felt like snow

and a smile like the perfect summer


day after day night after night

the seige raged on! an unimaginable plight -

she waits in my quarters and to her arms I return

the comfort of a good woman


outside the sky splits!

like a dagger through the heart -

a deafening growl

then thorns rained down

and the night now forlorn


“there’s a crack in the hull!”

shouts the watchman from the mast

and then the celebration ends.

suddenly alerted, charged the men

against a piercing blast


the king, leading the pack,

rushed out into the tempest

their vessel broke in harrowing pain

for deluge births a deafening silence


can you hear that?

the deckhand asks as he approached the edge

a song so loud and resonant

but all who hear it is dead


walk the plank and there you see

women of dark energy

come hither, come hither whispers she

and you shall drown in anarchy


they hear the song! they do, they see!

sing the women in the sea

the concubine and the deckhand jump!

much to the dismay of the king


one day, a storm may rage

our vessel may break

and leave behind a wreck


hear the song of the sea

the sea of people

of people like you and me

hear it from them

hear their story

honour the song of the sea


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