Womans Work

[Parkinsonspoet]

A woman's work is never done

Encircled by Jackal's smirk

Lust for a feeding frenzy

Drips from their savage maws




A woman's work is never done

Soothsayers random wisdom

Laced with doom spiked with poison

Consensus long forgotten




A woman's work is never done

Shoulders laden with concern

Yokes weighty burden hatches

A scapegoats ignominy




A woman's work is never done

She blindly seeks unknown quest

No clues or signs to direct

Reaching pinnacle of what

[grant hayes]

Good Lord, an abstraction zone! But the way you throw around those logisms is quite zesty and bravura, Parkinsonspoet, and makes for an arresting statement.

[Parkinsonspoet]

Thank you Grant. It is actually a political statement when I had a moment of sympathy for Theresa May

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Who are these women, Jon, as I've a feeling each stanza is reference to some specific figure?

Not only women, but men too, toil under and amidst barriers to fulfillment, unless joy is found in the work itself. Perhaps that's why we continue at our poetry?

[Parkinsonspoet]

Actually only one woman Theresa May. A comment on the impossibility of her delivery of Brexit