Last month's poem of the month writer, John Mather, has chosen this month's poem. John says,"It is a poem that is expertly crafted in rhythm and rhyme about the near perfect woman, I say near perfect because I believe there's no such thing as the perfect woman. As I read it and re-read it aloud, I couldn't help wondering if this remarkable poem was autobiographical? If so, the author must be as near perfect as damn it. Joking apart, I think the poem is indeed well worthy of being Poem of the Month." Find out more about Morag Reid and her work at http://www.writeoutloud.net/poets/moragreid Woman Catch my starlight as it sparkles. In the darkness of your sky, All your boyhood dreams still shimmer In the glimmer of my eye. For I am woman, born all knowing, You may try to chain my thoughts Still I’ll sing my way to freedom, Could be tamed but won’t be caught. With my breath I stir the sunlight, Blow the cobwebs from your day In my soul I carry secrets, All the things you dare not say. So may taint me, saint, paint me, Sculpt my shape in silicone Still my spirit will elude you; I am woman to the bone. Woman growing, woman stretching, Through the shiny skin of girl Woman laughing, woman dreaming, Breathing fire into your world. Yes I am woman, feel me glowing, I am soft and cut like glass Through my blood new life is flowing, Through my veins all futures pass. So let your fingers trace the contours Of my wild, forbidden lines I give life and I move mountains, All the universe is mine.