MOTHER

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mother’s day breakfast

In the way you will heed their survival
outside your body,
the way they’ve got you wrapped
around their little finger,
and I could just hear him tweak
his voice to murmur mummy,
for an order of scrambled eggs with
chipolata sausages, in the morning,
they sustain you, and you them,
and then, thanks mummy,
which made the deed as bright as
the day he was born.

acrostic mother

Napowrimo #27: let someone else take the lead. Carolee Sherwood wonders if you’re running on fumes like she is. She hopes her prompt takes some of the heat off and points your exhausted brain down the path where your 27th poem lies.

Take a word that’s part of you — your name, your birth month, your favorite animal, your guiding principle. Write that word vertically down a page and use the letters to start the lines of a poem. When you’re done, you’ll have an acrostic poem. (Though the prompt could be as simple as “write an acrostic poem,” the word sounds scary this late in the month. This prompt is designed to ease you into the final stretch. Don’t stress too much about the word you choose. NaPoWriMo is just for fun. Are you having fun?)

Make love your expression
Overwrought bodies leaven
Transcendence of moment
Heathens breathe hyacinths
Ecstasy swells a sweet pod
Rejuvenating scent of God

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