Well Christina hmm this isn't rubbish. I will need to read through this lots
to be brutal. but this is my first reading.Yes I've written poems about this
subject too but rather "good women" I've substituted " self righteous". Hmm
when I am amongst them they make me cringe too. I see all my faults and yes
there is a lot of truth in this poem. I have been accused of being a "good
woman" too which also makes me cringe. We see the faults in ourselves which
seem magnified. Guess the feminists would have a field day on this one. You
have hit on something here Chistinina. I particular like the last line. An
excelent poem will re read often and come up with more thoughts. Thanks
Christina for a gutsy poem. Sally J
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: Sub: On Reflection
>Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2004 05:49:42 EST
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>I've a little time on my hands for the first time in ages and it's likely
>that I'm churning out rubbish. If you feel up to reading and commenting,
>please be as brutal as you like.
>bw
>christina
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> On Reflection
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>A good woman, worse than a bad man,
>is of unstable temperament; a creature
>neither decisive nor constant,
>more dispirited, despondent, impudent,
>shameless and false than a man.
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> Five maladies afflict my mind:
>indocility, discontent, slander, jealousy
>and silliness. All malice is short to mine:
>see the airs I put on: my glancing eyes,
>how I click the trappings on my feet,
>my mincing steps. Take the skin from my face ---
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> you'll see all loathsomeness. I'm full of phlegm,
>stinking, putrid, excremental stuff ---
>a wise man avoids me as he avoids
>bodies infested with vermin. Better not to see me,
>abstain from speech, keep wide awake...
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> Stand at the gate of Hell. You'll see
>the majority who enter are women, each one
>a wheedling enemy, the snare of devils.
>The very thought that I'm a woman
>makes my wings droop.
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>christina fletcher
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