Night Feeding

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Night Feeding

As the baby nursed,
fingers opened like petals bloomed,
coaxing the breast

as if a huge bee–the breast,
being all the baby knew while nursed,
her mother in flushed bloom.

If flesh were cloth, they would be loomed
as a single weave, the breast,
the fingers, the baby, mother, nursed,

the shuttle sighing, nursed back, forth,
the pattern resting its bloom
against night’s breast.

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Here’s a tritina of sorts (like half a sestina) for Margaret Bednar’s Play It Again Sam on With Real Toads to return to a selected archived prompt.  I’ve used Kerry O’Connor’s prompt to write a flowery poem in an unflowery or uncliched way–this is rather flowery and rather a cliche, I’m afraid–but in writing it,  I was also thinking of Hedgewitch’s cascade prompt–a poem with repeating lines.  Repeating lines were too much for me, but this repeats words!

Essentially, I am saying that I cheated on both prompts, but since I use two–perhaps it adds up to one submission.  (The drawing like the poem is mine; I’m not much good at hands; still, all rights reserved.) 

 

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18 Comments on “Night Feeding”

  1. Mama Zen Says:

    This is exquisite. For me, it captures that rare, special peace of nursing a child.

  2. Brendan Says:

    Such a milky enactment — all of nature in bloom in this miniature. Loved it.


  3. what tenderness.. and the picture goes so perfectly together.. I like the way you have weaved the words repeated.. to me it works well with all those little variations.

  4. Grace Says:

    I recall my nights of nursing & specially admire this part:

    If flesh were cloth, they would be loomed
    as a single weave, the breast,
    the fingers, the baby, mother, nursed

  5. brian miller Says:

    if flesh were cloth they would be loomed…smiles…really like that line…there is def a connection that happens when the mother feeds the baby…


  6. I have to agree – the third stanza is lovely.

  7. margaret Says:

    … six babies – all breast fed. This is very endearing and I really love the comparison you made. So sweet… sigh.


  8. I was never able to breast feed. This is a beautiful expression of such a precious bonding between mother and child.

  9. hedgewitch Says:

    This has a soft and peaceful feel to it, k, in part from the soft sounds of the repeating words and rhymes, but mostly because of the well-drawn images–I especially like the looming paired with blooming, and the interlocking of mother and child in one fabric of life.

  10. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    What an exceptionally beautiful poem. i remember the little hands like petals, the peaceful face. This is a connection that can only be explained in poetic terms.


  11. It’s not flowery! It’s tender. Thanks. 🙂

    Greetings from London.


  12. Absolutely beautiful, as is your sketch.


  13. Just gorgeous!! Causes me to want to be back to the nursing days with my two babes…bloomingly beautifully captured, K!

  14. othermary Says:

    So tender and lovely.


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