Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #72
One Thousand Lamps
by Belinda Roddie
One thousand lamps lit up one somber night,
the ember faces of one thousand dead
young girls who had assisted in the fight
for independence on a rocky red
shore. Each girl had fought to attend school. Each
bore the scars of their fathers' petty spells
and rages. They wished to serve, write, and teach
the ideologies of wisdom. Bells
would not ring for their endurance, their wit,
or their perseverance. But no tyrant
could snuff the flames emitting from the lit
oil cooking in glass spheres. No man could plant
a boot into the teeth of those who cheered
for the revolutionaries revered.
by Belinda Roddie
One thousand lamps lit up one somber night,
the ember faces of one thousand dead
young girls who had assisted in the fight
for independence on a rocky red
shore. Each girl had fought to attend school. Each
bore the scars of their fathers' petty spells
and rages. They wished to serve, write, and teach
the ideologies of wisdom. Bells
would not ring for their endurance, their wit,
or their perseverance. But no tyrant
could snuff the flames emitting from the lit
oil cooking in glass spheres. No man could plant
a boot into the teeth of those who cheered
for the revolutionaries revered.
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