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Click hereFloating forest of fluid, flotsam of fortifying food.
Flawless fledglings’ fettered fetal fiefdom.
Fragile fingers form and flex; fecundity of fittest fighting fist.
Facial features frown, feigning foredoom fuss.
Physiological physique afresh… femur, fibula, pharynx, flesh.
Infinite fibres forging familial phenotype of formidible finesse.
Final frantic phase. Flouncing for freedoms’ first flickering photon.
Fallible, fickle figurine face
Unforewarned and fearless of facetious fools,
felonious fellows and ferocious fangs of famine.
Formula of affection, felicitation, fidelity, fashion.
Fantasia for flute.
Find forgiveness of folly and phantoms foreign.
Female and fathers’ finest festival fruit.
© Gaia_Lorraine 2006
In the first verse I imagined the baby in the womb and the second verse the birth. Of all the words I have ever written this poem touches me.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems.
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I can't remember a poem that has tackled birth in such a way. The poet packs a lot of punch into lines that could have just been a ditty, but in fact are so much more. She manages to tell a story and that in itself is an accomplishment. Hope to see more of this.
OMG
Liar's got it right!
A slew of f-words
All over the place.
Now I really do need a drink
To loosen my tongue ~
And it's only 10 in the morning!
Alliteration ahoy. A fun read. :)
Lost me a few times in the middle, but it's a tough challence to restrain oneself in that way and still be eloquent and fully comprehensible.