{"id":5147,"date":"2025-10-15T10:33:50","date_gmt":"2025-10-15T10:33:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stefanialucchetti.it\/?p=5147"},"modified":"2025-10-30T11:54:25","modified_gmt":"2025-10-30T11:54:25","slug":"poetry-menopause","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stefanialucchetti.it\/en\/poetry-menopause\/","title":{"rendered":"POETRY ABOUT MENOPAUSE AND OLDER WOMEN by Stefania Lucchetti"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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October and Menopause Awareness<\/strong><\/h3>

October is the month dedicated to menopause awareness<\/strong>, a topic that is still rarely discussed and often approached with discomfort.<\/p>

Menopause is a passage that many women experience in silence, caught between shame and confusion, as if the changing body were a boundary to be hidden. Yet it is a boundary that opens, not one that closes. It is a time of profound transformation, when we learn to know ourselves again and to inhabit our own skin with a different gaze.<\/p>

Menopause brings with it fragility, fatigue, and a certain amount of physical discomfort. Over time, however, it also creates a new form of power: the freedom from having to prove anything, the strength to choose, the ability to listen to oneself. It is a time that calls for acceptance and tenderness toward oneself, with the awareness that it is a phase of change and, like all transformations, it can be painful, yet when fully embraced, it can lead to an expansion of the self rather than a contraction.<\/p>

In\u00a0Coffee Stains On My Books<\/a>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>you can find poems about menopause dedicated to Artemis, Crone, Hekate<\/strong><\/p>

In Poetry is Cyberpunk<\/a><\/strong><\/em>, there are poems dedicated to one\u2019s body changes such as Monster<\/strong>.<\/p>

In\u00a0Afternoons of Suspended Love<\/a><\/strong><\/em>\u00a0you will find love as recounted by adults.
Love, always.
Love as passion.
Love when there is no room left for pretending.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Poems about menopause and older women<\/strong><\/h1>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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\"\"In Poetry is Cyberpunk<\/a><\/em>, there are poems dedicated to one\u2019s body changes such as Monster.
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\"\"In\u00a0Coffee Stains On My Books<\/a>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>you can find poems about menopause dedicated to Artemis, Crone, Hekate<\/strong><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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\"\"In\u00a0Afternoons of Suspended Love<\/a><\/strong><\/em>\u00a0you will find love as recounted by adults.
Love, always.
Love as passion.
Love when there is no room left for pretending.
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Artemis<\/h1>

\u00a9 Stefania Lucchetti, from the book Coffee Stains On My Books<\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

[If you share this poem, please make sure you include author and book name, and if possible\u00a0buy the book<\/a><\/strong>]<\/em><\/p><\/div><\/div>

Fierce, free, alive, energetic,
I roam the forests with a frantic spirit.
This is how you know me, this is how you admire me,
in my wild runs, in my free breaths.
But I can lay down my weapons and solitude,
rest for a while, shift my attitude,
devote myself to others, take care,
live new experiences, with passion laid bare.
You think I live only in youth\u2019s embrace,
that time will dull me, that I will lose my grace,
but I can suspend my wild spirit,
let it rest awhile,
then return renewed, unrestrained, without guile.
More vibrant than before, stronger than ever,
more aware of myself, rediscovered, unfettered.
I still exist in a body no longer young,
but with a spirit that loves adventure,
unchained and unsung.
You don\u2019t see me, but I am here, and I express myself,
and in the absence of your elusive gaze,
I am even freer<\/strong>.
An invisible, unshakable force,
without the need for approval that limits me.<\/p>

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\"\"This poem reimagines Artemis<\/strong> – goddess of independence, instinct, and wild, adventurous life – not as eternally young, but as a woman who has lived through time and transformation to find herself stronger, freer, and more independent. It speaks of the renewal<\/strong> that can arise after the transformations of life and age \u2014 a return to oneself that is freer, stronger, and more authentic.<\/p>

On the occasion of Menopause Awareness Day<\/strong>, I wish to share it as a reminder that vitality does not necessarily fade with age \u2014 it evolves<\/strong>. The wild spirit of Artemis does not disappear: it may at times rest, wander, or turn its energy elsewhere, but it rises again \u2014 free from others\u2019 expectations<\/strong>, finding new ways to express passion, strength, and freedom.<\/p>

Menopause is not a loss of power:<\/strong> it is an initiation into a different form of power: the power of personal freedom.<\/strong><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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