Arts
One of my favourite poems, musing on womanhood and the stages of maiden, mother and crone with cycles of vanity and ageing.When I first read this poem as a 23yo English Studies undergrad, I melodramatically identified with it, from the perspective of a struggling young mother and writer in a brutal marriage.Far too closely..... I've had my head in the gas oven in a metaphorical sense far too often as I struggled with self esteem and finding my way in the world.Now I'm 50.I've survived this long.I'm reconciled and at peace with anything my mirror shows me.Thanks for listening.