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| Betony |
We have changed places
You and I.
My body then,
Whittled from your flesh,
Worn out and wanting
Waiting for your touch,
Was left lying
Swaddled,
Craving nourishment.
You now,
Tiny and frail,
Bewildered.
I bathed you gently,
Seeing in your beauty
What my own body
Would become.
Later,
In our silence,
I wrenched your strength
From inside me
And cradled you
In my arms.
And all my bitterness
Was gone.
Edited Thu 4 Aug 11, 5:11 PM by Betony
| 5 Aug 11, 10:50 AM Ima_Kant UK(PO), 3 yrs  |
Sounds crazy but I can't help visualising a beautiful butterfly finally emerging from a chrysalis reading this... | |
| 7 Aug 11, 12:19 PM Manson UK(M), 2 yrs |
Lovely poem, not a word too much and very evocative. I love the repetition of the w sounds, slows down the pace of the poem and helps the reader linger over each line.
Thanks for sharing it As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live. - Goethe. | |
| 7 Aug 11, 10:42 PM Betony UK, 7 yrs |
Thank you 'I'm somewhat contemptuously convinced that sentimentality is the refuge of those without genuine emotions' Nigella Lawson | |
| 7 Aug 11, 10:44 PM Betony UK, 7 yrs |
That's a response I didn't expect 'I'm somewhat contemptuously convinced that sentimentality is the refuge of those without genuine emotions' Nigella Lawson |
