Well-behaved women rarely make history – Or mythology, for that matter. You don’t read about the good girls, No, you read about the one that got away, The one who cut her teeth on men’s flesh, The one who ripped her rivals to bits. In their day, They made scandals Like other females made breakfast.
Today they’d hardly stand out – Atalanta the track star, Hippolyta at the horse shows, Hera holding court in a board room.
Now that’s what they call progress.
This poem was originally published in The Lorelei Signal webzine July-September 2006.