No men allowed; this is where we chill.
Away from male restraints,
macho thoughts, ego swagger.
Here we can fantasise about what waits over the mountains.
One voice will say, from the fat to the frying pan.
I see a world of peace. No need to prove anything here.
My friend sees a world of fairy tales
where you can be what you want.
Change it from day to day, minute to minute if you wish.
Yet not one of us would step away
from our paradise island, our home…
© Anita Dawes 2021