Early Days
This poem was entirely inspired by a photo of my nephew (who I've not yet seen in the flesh), though partly informed also by memories of my own boys as babies.
Early Days
for Jack
You sleep on her shoulder
like an exclamation mark
running into itself; upside down
and slightly scrunched up.
Wrenched from your muffled
world of womb-like dreams
and pearly, sucking sedatives,
your scream is scalding.
Fists and feet flail – like small
flying balls of kneaded
dough – trying to fathom
these noisy, dry surroundings.
Pray to God (or anything else),
that when you do,
these earthly moorings
remain tied fast yet flexible.
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Comment from: marilyn [Member] 
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This reads beautifully and I love the descriptions...
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25/10/07 @ 11:41
Comment from: lezh [Member] · http://writelink.co.uk/blogs/Lez
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I think I read this in my email but now I'm on the blog I can comment.
Another good poem from your motherly (or auntly) pen Sarah with some great images - 'like an exclamation mark', 'scrunched up', 'scream is scalding', 'balls of kneaded dough' ... Very visual.
I didn't get quite so much from the last stanza, but loved 'earthly moorings'.
Another good poem from your motherly (or auntly) pen Sarah with some great images - 'like an exclamation mark', 'scrunched up', 'scream is scalding', 'balls of kneaded dough' ... Very visual.
I didn't get quite so much from the last stanza, but loved 'earthly moorings'.
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25/10/07 @ 13:17
Comment from: sarah_james [Member] · http://www.milltech-systems.co.uk
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Thanks both.:-)
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25/10/07 @ 17:57