The Maternal Twist
This is an older poem, which I have already shared on Cowbird, the storytelling website with which I am currently obsessed (I try to limit my time on it, but always end up reading ‘just one more story’). I remembered it and wanted to add it here after reading the wonderful and funny poem ‘Nursery Crimes’ by DP Bowman.
What a bore you know you are!
How the trill of sing-song rhymes,
high-voice patience, hurried smiles
breaks the wit that I had borne.
Salt in wound I stand forlorn.
Yet baa baa black sheep
Have you ever lived
‘til childish breath rests on your cheek?
Half-chewed toys brought to your bed,
wilted flowers, kisses wet.
Salted lashes fluttering now.
Sleepy smiles and furrowed brow.