Edmund Blair Leighton, English
Woman Stymied in Midst of Love Poem When She Can’t Come Up With Rhyme For “Testicles,” 1913
Oil on panel
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/// Her love poetry’s stuck in safe ruts.
She’d be daring, but ‘til now lacked guts.
Straying Thoughts, writer’s block,
and a sick urge to shock.
She’s both going (and writing of) nuts.
/// Inspiration is what Katherine seeks
in old myths about half-naked Greeks.
Yet, Orestes or Pollux
conjure testes and bollocks.
She gets testy collating physiques.
/// First it flows, then her poetry stalls
due to rhymes she no longer recalls.
She’d pair up “No-go pace”
with “Edmund’s cojones”
if she could, but she hasn’t the balls.
/// Katherine still seeks the right inspiration
to describe organs of generation
of those millions of sperm.
Now, those terms make her squirm.
(To grow bored with them? Cohabitation.)