Here’s one that I wrote back on March 28. It’s just
about fertility, women, that annoying time of the month. But then we’ll miss it
when it’s gone – I guess! Have you read Sylvia Plath’s small poem about pregnancy
– a walking melon?
Fertility
Blood pools,
the monthly exhibit
of womanhood,
our organs squeezing,
limbs heavy like trees,
ovaries full yelling,
rock-hard like melons.
Our bits & pieces scream;
this pound in the back,
loins on fire.
Here we go again,
our femininity pumping,
happily reminding us
of our fertility.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, March 28, 2021. Published May 16, 2021
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