Ode to the mooncup - a poem for sustainable periods


Ode to the Mooncup - art by Aimée Lister

(after Ode to the Tampon by Sharon Olds)


River Guardian

Elixir Keeper

Hold me and my child

that never took root

until I’m ready

to release her down

to the treatment plant.

Stained and tired from years

of duty you pull

yourself from your chair

when the moon starts to wane

shrug on your high vis

flick on your torch

and venture into

the darkest of caves.

Explorer of unknown territory

you reached the alien

world before any man.

Others came to find

your flag planted

and your footprints set.

Lifelong friend, walk with

me to the finish line.

Grow wrinkles with me

let our hair turn grey

and our bones grow thin

until one evening

when the river has

reached its estuary

you can sit in your chair

as the moon starts to wane

and look down over

lavish forests, polished mountains

and the diamond-studded ocean.



By Louder Than The Storm contributor, Chloe Yates.


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