We slip from the buildings in ones and twos,
heels clicking across the carpark,
or stepping more quietly in flats.
Slipping away – not quite clandestinely,
but nonetheless with a sense of escape.
…This week’s homily from the desk of the DHoP
(deputy head of platitudes? patriarchy?)
is an adjuration for ‘respect’…
Gathered together at table,
we laugh at tales of frightening yoga teachers,
are outraged at husbands who suggest more exercise,
we sympathise with the challenges of child-raising,
celebrate successful grant applications
and envy heated car-seats for period pains.
Here, in the company of women,
we do not need the dry flat-bread and watered-wine
of a patriarchal ‘respect’
at our feast
of laughter, love and understanding.