- Non-Erotic Poetry
- tanka for the lost child
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the raspberries grow
over the stone circle where
your body feeds them.
I would have put strawberries
into your tiny fingers
but thorns grow well now.
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREalmost 17 years agoSomeone whose development has been arrested at some painful stage of his/her early development, has sent me a message, presumably horrified by the thought that I actually referred to real babies in those military cemeteries. As my returned message proved to be a dead end I just wish to remove any doubt that I was talking about the emotional bond between parents and their sons and daughters. For them, and no matter at what age the lost son or daughter is always their baby.
KOLKOREalmost 17 years agoA HEART WRENCHING MOURNING BECOME SO POWERFUL BY ITS POETIC FORMAL RESTRAINT AND THE USE OF BOTH METONYMY (RASBERRIES AND STRAWBERRIES) AND SYNECDOCHE (THE FINGERS).
I CAN'T FORGET HOW AT ALL MILITARY CEMETARIES PARENTS MOURN THEIR BABIES.
