Gail Foster Poet Sonnet

Oestrogen Mythology

Beware, for she writes poetry, and ye
Unwitting pilgrim, may become a king
Anointed at the new moon, in the spring
Within an oestrogen mythology
Take care, for she writes poetry, and thee
Good man, may move her blood and heart to sing
Be crowned with oak leaves, bound within the ring
Become her ovulation fantasy

She fair may be, but subject to the pull
Of hormones, gravity, and tidal flow
She makes her heroes, though unconsciously
From those who touch her when the moon is full
She’ll cry and tear her hair out when you go
And pen progesterone tragedy

© Gail Foster 7th September 2016

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Jannie Breedt January 13, 2017 at 9:57 AM The first word says it all. PMS , great write . Im outa here

Gail Lewis September 8, 2016 at 10:48 PM Love how your mind works 7

Daniel Turner September 8, 2016 at 9:28 AM The plight of the changing female. Not too cryptic and very enjoyable to read. Not sure you meant for it to be humorous but it made me smile. Fun read, Gail. Gail Foster September 8, 2016 at 3:41 PM Dark humour; comedy and tragedy. And drama. So. Much. Drama. Thanks for the read, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. All the best to you.