Poem: The Moment

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Written By Amy Spaughton

There comes a moment,

That arrives with no discernible warning,

When you are offered your eighth seat of the day,

That you can neither accept nor rudely rebuff,

Without a tacit agreement of some unspoken concept,

You don’t fully understand,

From a series of smiling figures,

Of roughly the same age, well in advance of your own, 

And perceived gender,

Despite the lack of signs,

Of any visible injury, infirmity or confirmed gestational status.

It is not at this point that you become “Woman”,

This may well have occurred well before or is still yet to come,

But instead, it is when the general consensus has been made,

By the Public with a capital “P”,

That you are,

No longer able to stand from the weight of your womanhood,

And must be seated from now on.

Amy Spaughton

Amy is a Master’s graduate in Social Anthropology at Edinburgh but has recently returned to her humble hometown in South London. She originally studied Archaeology but eventually decided to pursue a vocation that involved more time inside. Despite this, she still misses the dead things and pretending to be Indiana Jones. She is a writer and poet and is currently working as an editor for a publishing house. She has previously tried her hand working at museums, galleries and filmmaking. She loves to travel and generally finds herself in a youth hostel somewhere in the world at some point during the year. She has a blog in which she displays her poetry and writes articles about everything from the history of art therapy to tips to have a more sustainable period.

https://www.dlohere.wordpress.com
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