On the death of Sinead O’ Connor
It’s so telling
Watching mainstream establishment media attempting to honour
She who called out, screamed out, tore up the establishment with her beautifully vocalized truth.
Defying stereotypes of female beauty
She was beautiful; fierce, wild, powerful, fragile, true.
And we just don’t hear it , do we?
The screams, the cries, the horror shrieks against abuse and misogyny,
Carried mostly silent in the bodies of women
Sometimes speaking thru tears, silent depressions, contained rage or the flow of blood from self -inflicted and world- inflicted wounds,
She cut through
Hit the high notes and the deep roots
Articulate, vulnerable, amplified.
So, what now, as the echoes ring around us?
Up in flames , or back to the earth mother?
What remains?
And how do we carry forward
The anguished cry
of universal female soul?
Chrystine Moon July 23
