DAY 7
Bird Brained : Jane Fuller
Night after night
I dreamt in birds
folding along a murmurating edge.
Night after night
I dreamt in birds
dropping into a gannet’s plunge.
Night after night
toes curling into talons
heart all a-flutter.
What does it mean?
I trilled at a nightjar
passing by open-mouthed.
Next morning
the bed was an empty nest.
I’d fledged with the larks.
Lark ascending
New Life : Carol Price
I birthed in joy and honest sweat,
(her pale skin reddened in a flash)
with first breath came a raucous yell,
a breathing ,squirming, living thing
made of me.
Flesh on flesh, suffused with warmth,
the suckling child finds nipple source.
Eyes scrunched tight against the light,
until with awe she views her world,
astonished.
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