Incubation
If you would house your secrets
in the body of a child:
Be certain the burden crushes her like tin
and padlock the madhouse door behind her.
For one day she may break open her chest
like the hatching of an egg —
and release from her rib cage
a winged poet. Fluttering and dewy,
implacable in the morning light,
iron-jawed.
~a.i.
Continuing with National Poetry Month!
Featured image: “Carried Away.” Collage by Bridget Benton (via). More of the artist’s work can be seen here and here.
Loved this. You are a really gifted poet, Alice. I must say. So much depth and potency to your images and words.
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Thanks! It’s been a long time since I’ve written much poetry — I’m enjoying getting back in touch with that voice. 🙂
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Oh goodness. This speaks to me so strongly, both to myself and for my daughter, too. I love this.
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I’m glad!
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Love the contrast: “Fluttering and dewy, implacable in the morning light, iron-jawed.” YES.
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TY.
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YES!!! (insert floating hands attacked by triangles of cheddar cheese here)
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Haha! All I can think of is this dude:
http://i.imgur.com/7NwjHmR.gifv
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WOW! That is so powerful.
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Thank you. I so appreciate your feedback, and your support of my work!
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LOVE THIS!
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THANK YOU!!
(I kinda really do too. 😉 )
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