'PASSAGE'
Mother Time in her primal hunch
Roughly pulls her daughter along
Swelling flesh and cracking bones hold
Blistering apple skins of change
Wheel is spinning, harelip forming
From labors lasting through the night
Straw-clogged thoughts, needle-pricked fingers
Her feet are breadcrumbs soggy with rain
Thread of burden ripped from the loom
Surrendered in a bloody mess
Raw breath shudders in fragile gasp
More precious than gold she gives him a name
A dim-eyed squint at mirror reflection
Bramble stabs fading - her treasure sleeps.
Image copyright of James Jean - can be viewed at full size under 'Coverwork - Fables' on his website. Click on pic to go there.
