your-hope

  

                                                     Your-Hope

 

I will teach my child to read fences

tell the X, from the Y

judge tension in the note and the not

 

I will teach how to curl like a mouse

sense thunders of touchdowns and tarmacs

climb, roll, smell borders

 

Mother, lover, blood-trafficker,

for sheer map and milk of her life,

I will teach her to sing

 

Your-Hope   Your-Hope

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Terry Jones

Sun 3rd Dec 2017 22:16

Nothing, I hope. Your-Hope is a pun on Europe of course.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 3rd Dec 2017 17:36

Originality sings through these phrases. The 'sheer map and milk of her life' is just - amazing. IMO, superb!

What am I missing in 'YOUR-HOPE'? I know I'm missing something.

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