How many gentlemen have chased your myth?
How many captains and how many kings?
How many have heard of your legend fell?
How many poets and how many priests?
How could they resist your tender mercy?
They'll never deny the world at your feet.
How many gentle ladies dread your myth?
How many mistresses, how many maids?
How many have known your calamity?
How many nurses and how many nuns?
How, ever, could they dare compete with thee?
They'll never deny the world your beauty.
How many people, both women and men,
Meet the measure of The Perfect Woman?
This sonnet was penned on my iPhone, commuting on the 7:30am train from Gawler to Adelaide in South Australia. I had noted a competition on the PoetrySoup.com website and this was my input representing Papua New Guinean poets