This time last year, after our main events for International Women’s Day, the Women Aloud NI crew went cross-border the following Saturday to do a day-long event there too.
Tomorrow, we’re going to do it all again.
So I thought I would share the poem I wrote for the event – I began it as I waited for the bus that would take me to the train that would take me to Dublin last year, and I finished it just now.
At the time, someone suggested we wear pin badges of birds so we could identify each other, seeing as most of us had only ever met online to that point, but I’m happy to report there’s no need for such an identifier this year, as we’re all familiar faces now.
Bright as shining pins,
we paraded through the Dublin streets;
Pins working double time
to keep up with the rest of the flock.
Then, at the roost, we gathered;
more of us – a murmuration.
Silence fell, we opened our beaks,