The Matriarch

Crowns with heads so full of curlers
scepter and orb a dustpan and brush
When things need to multi task
You cant ask a man to do all that

 Handbag full of mysteries
A selection of white lies
Not fall flat upon our face
But on your toes to rise

The apron strings tied to our heart
A nurcher bigger than Wall Mart
Indelible the will transforms
The roses and the thorns

Clasp the stems and bleed unseen
Be resolute and show no pain
Emotion deep within her grain
Of feminine, in that wake I sail
  
Glass ceilings try to hold them down
 Weinstein casting couch be banned
For Liberty that statue so regal
The matriarch of all womans ideals

Effigy there on the rock
Millions like birds to her flock
To hold up the torch
A beacon shine and not debauche

The thrones domains, incisive powers
Skirts and petticoats in whispers lowered
Sirens sing with a chant so mellow
Choreograph a spell to follow

Harbour all mankind to her breast
Larger than life, earths mothers embodiment
A womb of unborn solace
Raise on a pedestal,  surreal and still be commonplace

Crying angels around her feet
 Underpinning domesticity
Amazon that chariotess
St joan of ark up to that quest

Just flesh and blood be that fortresss