Woman swallows a star
and calls it hope.
The smoke and burn,
she names desire
and likens labor's pain to love.
Birth, she christens fire.
For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
Note: I have three poems in the September issue of Ygdrasil (click over, scroll down to September 2016; it's a free PDF download). If you have a minute, check it out!
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
8 comments:
This just blew me out the water! Stunning!
Stunning...
The link would not work for me. :-(
Wonderful(and congrats)
I wish I'd written this, even if it involved giving birth.
Stunning is the word. Really really stellar.
Fabulous poem and congratulations!I'm just going to try the link.
Now that was powerful
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