I thought that once my shadowed dorsal bent
through undulations, swimming would be spent;
descendants bask in waters far from me.
I’m a menopausal hundred-year-old granny.
The ocean sparkles glisten off my back,
as I pick at barnacles and bladder wrack.
I birthed my last calf back when I was thirty –
I’m a menopausal hundred-year-old granny.
I’m an awkward Orca floundering in the shallows,
my giant lungs no longer sound as bellows.
I’m surfing night sweats – no hormone therapyHRT for me.
I’m a menopausal hundred-year-old granny.
Kim M. Russell, 13th March 2025

This Thursday at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are Meeting the Bar with Poetry Form, and Grace is our host.
Grace writes that ‘complaint, sometimes called a Jeremiad, is a poem that laments or protests unrequited love or tells of personal misfortune, misery, or injustice’, but ‘may also be a satiric attack on social injustice and immorality’. A genre of poetry that has a theme of bitter sorrow, by the Middle Ages, there were loosely three types: satirical poems exposing evil in the world; didactic verse focusing on the decline of someone ‘great’; and verse lamenting unrequited love.
Grace explains that, although there is not always a specific structure identified with this genre, the Complaint made popular by Scottish poet William Dunbar (1460-1520)in his ‘Lament for Makers’ is: stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains; metered, often iambic or trochaic tetrameter; and has a rhyme scheme aabB ccbB ddbB etc. B being a refrain.
Our challenge is to write a complaint using the poetry form made popular by William Dunbar in ‘Lament for the Makers’. We may choose our own theme. I reworked an old poem about the missing Orca, Granny.
Missing?!😔
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Picking off the barnacles off the back is a lot of work. Love the title and theme, the wailing of the menopausal stage speaks to me (a lot). Thanks Kim!
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Thank you, Grace.
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Poor old granny… the whale gets so many human treats in your poem.
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I think we are more like them than most humans believe.
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I love this, a wonderful whale lament and I feel for the 100 year old granny. Clever rhyming as flows without noticing it too much! So true about whales too and the purpose of the menopause so that the older females can support the pod with all their experience. Maybe the human world should take more notice of the wild world!
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting in such detail. I too believe that humans should learn from the wild world.
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Oh dear oh dear oh dear…a real lament..at once mildly humourous and desperately sad, impeccable cadence in your lines…but one does feel for her…
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Thank you, Ain. It makes me sad to think how lonely she must have been.
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Poor old granny, I feel for her. I’m sure someone is working on whale HRT. 🙂
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I hope so.
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Menopause is miserable, but a menopausal hundred-year-old granny? Ouch!
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She was also very lonely. Sadly, she disappeared and was never found.
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Wonderful reworking of the poem, Kim. Oh this Granny is a kindred spirit. Was she ever found?
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Thank you, Lisa. Sadly, she was never found.
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You’re welcome.
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Every time I read that refrain I had to chuckle, Kim. How sad, but what a sense of humour this old whale has! You go, girl! 🙂
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Thank you, Dora.
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My pleasure, Kim.
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Oh poor old 100 year old granny, menopause is certainly not fun. I hope they found her safe and sound.
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Sadly, she was never found and considered dead.
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Kim, this poem is fantastic! The way you blend humor and reflection is so effective. The line “I’m surfing night sweats – no hormone therapy” had me chuckling. 🐋
Much love,
David
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Thank you very much, David!
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I am sure that 100 year old Orca grannies are valued for their wisdom Kim…
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Smiles.
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Menopause is a hormonal jeremiad for sure (I slept through ten years of hot flashing nights with my wife) and your fevered cetacean bears the load of it here. The compound “menopausal hundred-year-old granny” makes what would be blues truly a lament. And so solitary – so few whales left.
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It feels like the menopause will never end. I hope poor Granny had a peaceful end to get long life.
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Very funny Kim! Enjoyed the rhymes…..it raises the question “do small fish go through minnowpause? (sorry about that).
JIM
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Thank you Jim. I love the minnowpause joke.
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A fun write that has me a little anxious as I anticipate my wife’s approaching menopause…
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Thank you Sean. I’m actually past the menopause now, but the only thing you can do is be supportive – and let your wife open a window at night.
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Hmm – you felt hot? It’s already hot here in Thailand so we have to sleep with aircon for about 9 months of the year anyway.
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Hot flushes are horrible, as are night sweats, and you never know when you are going to get them.
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How long do you think that you went through menopause?
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Mine started after a hysterectomy in my late forties, so about 15 years. But it’s different for everyone. Some women don’t even notice it!
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I’m going to start praying!
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That was hilarious, Kim! Sad for the whale, but your humor was fantastic. Well done!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you so much, Yvette!
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I love whales, I get to see them every winter as they pass through the bay where I live, so gentle and majestic. This is heartfelt and moving for me, but I also hear it as a whlae voice speaking of all who are menopausal
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I would love to see whales, Paul. You’re so lucky! I love that you understand my poem.
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