The sun sits pretty
’cause she’s a lady,
legs crossed,
slender rays;
a lady never misbehaves.
The sun sits pretty,
horizon’s her home.
Bakes clouds,
mends torn sky;
a lady never questions why.
The suns sits pretty
in a modest gown,
solar waves,
pink blush cheeks;
a lady waits before she speaks.
The sun sits pretty
wears Dusk’s dark jacket,
a gentleman’s trust.
She never wrestles;
a lady’s the weaker vessel.
The sun sits pretty,
the horizon’s her throne.
Gentle spirit,
magnetic sunset;
a lady withdraws in respect.
Artwork: “Sun Goddess” by Kyoko Yamaji
I grew up being told to do all things like a lady. It wasn’t until recently that I reevaluated my own use of the word. This poem questions the term lady and its hidden meaning. Thanks for the kindling, Misky.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
it’s obsolete, surely?
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No way. I hear act like a lady all the time. You don’t still hear that?
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I’m aware of it, but I don’t think I heard it for a long time.
And I’d probably be tuned in to something like that because here there are also class connotations. lord, lady, all that crap.
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Impressive
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Thank you. I appreciate your comment.
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Completely pleasure!
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I love the poem but it makes me cranky too! 🤣🤣. I especially love the images in the 2nd stanza.
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Thank you, worms. Thinking of lots of unladylike behaviors she can embark on in the future. 😉
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😀 Indeed.
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it’s a terrific poem and a clever critique of that old mantra —
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Thank you, John. I remember hearing “sit pretty” when I was a child and now it seems so silly.
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A very clever poem, and I never, for a moment believe that nonsense about ‘ladies’ being the weaker vessel! 👍🙂
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Yes, as it is silly to think the sun is weak. Thank you, Hobbo.
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😂
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