[Rebecca’s challenge to us today was to write a poem “answering” another poem. I chose to answer Dylan Thomas’ Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night]

I hope to come gentle into Your good light
Though now I burn and rave all my days
As I rage, rage against the rule of might

Though wise women know power is not right
Because their words drown in warriors’ brays
I hope to come gentle into Your good light

Good women, my last hope, shining so bright
Their bold tangos dance in rainbow bays
As I rage, rage against the rule of might

With wild women who sang the goshawk’s flight
But learned, too early, of jesses and hooded ways
I hope to come gentle into Your good light

Laughing women, wanting life, grab the radiant sight
Bound no more, our comets’ trailing fires blaze
As I rage, rage against the rule of might

And You, my Mother, there on Your glad height
Bless me now with your sweet smile and gaze
I hope to come gentle into Your good light
No more to rage, rage against the rule of might