eclipsed

And in her arms a baby

bright as a daffodil.

Rays of light

emanate

from this child.

 

He remembers a game -

“do you like butter?”

and thinks he sees

a golden glow reflected

on his young wife’s throat…

 

Pollen-headed

the baby has

a smile that gleams

audacious as the sun!

 

Holdmefeedmeloveme

undeniable demands

as a full breast is nuzzled

by a so-demanding rosy mouth.

 

The young wife’s golden hair

curtains the infant,

keeping it from him,

as tiny fingers

clutch….

 

Standing, watching

outside this sacred orbit -

a man.

Eclipsed

 

 

 

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Ann Foxglove

Sun 29th Mar 2015 19:24

Thank you guys! x

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Graham Sherwood

Sun 29th Mar 2015 18:45

Good to see you on the blog again Ann, it's been too long!

As a father and father-in-law with two grandchildren under one year old, there's been a lot of breast-feeding talk in our family for the last few months.

The eclipse reference is a lovely viewpoint. these babies may well be mummies when the next real eclipse comes by. A tender fleeting glance. Wonderful, well done!

Graham

Tilly

Sun 29th Mar 2015 03:21

Lovely poem. I love the glowey, yellow colour of this, it feels so warm. And I really like Dave's observation that it's in the nature of an eclipse to be a passing thing. But for a time, I think it's a necessary thing.

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Dave Bradley

Sun 29th Mar 2015 00:11

Great! Interesting ending/title too. Eclipse has connotations of total exclusion. But it's in the nature of eclipse to pass. The man, and the reader, can take it either way

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Rose Casserley

Sat 28th Mar 2015 20:47

Hi Ann.Lovely to see you back again,and in such great form! I find this and lots of your poems,so spiritual.

Beautiful poem! x

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