We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

1.11.20

My Breasts

My Breasts


I no longer want

the high, jutting breasts 

of adolescence.


I like the hang 

of these breasts now,

the convex under-curve


the concave upper,

perfectly matched:

oh beautiful half-moon.


If the whim takes me

they can sit on my palms,

a perfect fit.


I don’t pull on them

as a man or a baby might;

I simply hold, stroke gently.


I make no demands

of my elderly, 

still-smooth breasts.


I used to think them

wrong, too small. Now

they comfort me.

 

 

Written in November 2020. Sharing in January 2021 with Poets and Storytellers United's #Writers' Pantry #53.


34 comments:

  1. gorgeous, the blossoming of deep self acceptance and love that seems for so many of us to take a life time to develop x

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    1. Thank you! And yes, it did take a lifetime to develop – but better late than....

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  2. I like your breasts, too, R... at least your poembreasts. that is. I'm sure I'd like your realbreasts, too, but I'm not going to say so, just in case My Beloved Sandra pops in & reads this.

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    1. Thank you, glad you like the poem. (For the rest, I think most blokes like most breasts, don't they?) But if you're looking for the poem I linked to for the Writer's Pantry this week, you've somehow wandered into the wrong post.

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    2. (And in case that's totally confusing, I am now sharing it in Writers' Pantry – about two and a half months later.)

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    3. It is strange isn't it that men like breasts so much but not to have them themselves! I wonder whether that comes from breastfeeding when babies...reminding them they survive from being fed this way.

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    4. I had an aunty who used to say that men 'all want to be babies on the breast again!'

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  3. This poem is so relatable, Rosemary! I love the perky shape and form of it (no pun intended!) and the femininity of it. I never got to grips with my own, never got the hang of them, but your poem has encouraged me to accept and cherish them.

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    1. I suspect many women have hang-ups about their own. (For most of my life I was no exception.) Sad, really.

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  4. I know someone who is like you on how she used to think about her breasts - "wrong, too small," but if yours were jutting during adolescence, I imagine they're just fine. And I also imagine I would love the acceptance of many things that comes with age.

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    1. Yes, there are indeed some advantages in growing older!

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  5. I've been doing a lot of peeking at some body positive accounts on Instagram which have a very similar feel to this piece, and while exploring them hasn't made my (multiple) hang-ups over my appearance go away, it's awfully comforting to see people who have stopped going to war with their own bodies. It lets me know that it's possible.

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    1. Sad that so many of us are so insecure for so long. I have read that even women considered great beauties by their societies have grave self-doubts on the matter. And it is also such a shallow basis for esteem from oneself or others. I have lived to appreciate my grandmother's admonitions: 'Handsome is as handsome does' and 'Beauty is only skin-deep.'

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  6. my eyes popped at the title, but there's almost nothing poets cannot write about. plus, it's written by a poet who knows about and is comfortable with her own body.
    i think men like women's breasts, perhaps they remind them of breastfeeding times during infancy.

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    1. If only we women ourselves could feel less ambivalent about them!

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  7. Nice ode to breasts. Mine are full moons that cause me to wish for crescents.

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    1. Ha, don't we always wish for other than what we have? (How many girls want to be natural blondes? I would have swapped for dark hair instead!)

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  8. Like you, dear Rosemary .... they comfort me.

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  9. Loving the body you have. I love this poem Rosemary. So easy and tender and forthright.

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  10. Living (and learning while we do it) teaches us all sorts of wonders, doesn't it? Our entire existence can change so much (get better) when we start appreciating what we have.

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  11. Sadly, after a certain age, everything embarks on a downward trend. My own used to be quite perky, now I try to hoist them above waist-level!! Love the humor, love the honesty, Rosemary! Bravo

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  12. Ageing and accepting a lovely narrative
    Happy Sunday

    Much💖love

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  13. Such a nice poem of acceptance. Age and use (nursing babies) do take their toll!

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  14. I shall remain a gentleman and offer a tip of my hat to you, Rosemary. While something I did not expect to read and since perusing through the comments, it seems that there is some agreement among the ladies with your sentiment.

    I celebrate your openness that sparked the conversation!

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  15. Well...you are full of surprises... I have never read a poem about sagging tits before : )

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    1. I think being told I am full of surprises is one of the best compliments ever.

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  16. Excellent writing Rosemary. Engages one to think about grace in aging. I am pleased to join in at P&SU in this new year. Hope it’s a good one for all

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    1. And a graceful compliment, thank you. Good to have you joining in again.

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