Pause

{This light-hearted poem on a woman’s time-of-life may be a little too much information. for some of you, but I couldn’t resist the easy rhymes.  The title, Pause, is pronounced /pow-sah/, as in the German version of this word.  I have often heard it used, to describe the act of waiting a little while, before finishing a meal, to let digestion work its magic.  Demanding a pause is what we all must do, from time to time, when conditions get too hectic, or even, as now, positively indigestible.

The picture is my own, from my daughter’s collection of many odd plants.  This one’s scales and spikes seem to fit the topic best.  Plus. the hose repeats the serpentine imagery, recalling poor Eve’s curse.  Which, no doubt, included menopause, but the Biblical scribes were too polite to mention it. }

 

I’m taking a pause

From menopause:

A tiny, mini-

Micro-pause,

To skip the bloat

And clip the claws

Of menopause

In me.

 

I’m taking a pause

From menopause:

You’d think, there would,

There should be laws,

Forbidding blahs

And outbursts, caused

By menopause

In me.

 

I’m taking a pause

From menopause:

To snatch my youth

From its crippled claws,

Re-spring my step,

I can’t accept

This menopause

In me.

 

I’m taking a pause

From menopause:

My Past reproaches,

Future gnaws,

My Present, a crick,

That sticks in my craws…

Oh, why can’t I be free?

Of this menopause

In me

 

Copyright 2019  Andrea LeDew