Watch, Listen, Read Collective Noun (A Wave of Women) by Lizzie Lovejoy We don’t often use collective nouns, but we hear them around now and then A School of Fish might come up when you’re doing a pub quiz drinking bucks fizz on a cheeky night out. But I’ve noticed more of them about When an Army of Frogs is in migration, or maybe in a situation where you need a Bunch of Flowers? Since I saw them, I spent hours pouring over lists of this literary feature learning nouns for almost every creature with a Pounce of cats and a Cloud of gnats or a Fascination of hats… But I got to a point where I questioned peoples nouns. The noun for women. I couldn’t believe it when I read what google said. A Gaggle. So I decided we need a change most collective nouns are something strange but not usually so… wrong. I asked it too a room of women and from the beginning we had some tough contenders from these female rights defenders. A power. A labour. A pride. But it’s not something we could decide…Our collective noun: what will we be? I think that we’re a wave of women As far as the eye can see, we will flood the streets. Night after night, we will repeat our call to action, to reclaim our homes. These pathways are our own. We live them, we love them, we flood them. A wave of women, in time with the tide, joining together where streams collide, fierce waters which will provide sustenance while carving the ground, our splashing brine the sound of nourishment, creating the green. Our impact is seen in every deen and every valley. Alongside the Tyne we rally, Tributaries, a life stream, we feed the whole, freedom, joy, love, our ultimate goal. Reclaim the night Because it is our right to be one and the other, to say Yes and No, It is our right to change and grow. We flow all over this beautiful city, we not are weak, not asking for pity: We are power. Witness our rainbow in every waterfall shower. We are sisters, we are sirens, we are streams, we deserve to take our dreams, overflowing, bursting at the seams and set them free,build them into reality. Watch us, our surface shines and glistens. We will speak, we will listen We will hear and be heard We deserve to use our words our voice, we deserve the choice Because we are worthy, we are human, we are a wave. Help me to be brave, Coventina, The lady of the lake, of wells and springs Coventina, Northumberlands Queen your waters show us who we’ve been find us at every river bed and bay Our collective noun, not a gaggle, not a bouquet Coventina a better name you gave, We northern women, we are a Wave.