Posted tagged ‘What we don’t talk about when we talk about M.C. Escher’

Homing In/Night Feeding

January 7, 2013
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Mother and Child, M.C. Escher, 1921

Homing In

Baby’s mouth eyes nipple
like a blind poet bobbing
over the wine-dark sea.

Nipple, the limpet-decked thru-hull
of storm-tossed ship, spurts, spills, the
dear-sought ode,
planking swelled
to burst, till calm calm
croon descends, and the baby, poet, breast, turn
into sibilant
moons, orbits interlocked, rocked,
rocked.

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Night Feeding

Skin shines
the only light
in the whole night world–radiance
of breast, head, fingers, as heat
flows from magma to
mouth, melts one
into the other, melds gaze,
eyelids, into a single beam, enough
to adore by.

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I’m sorry – cheating today with two poems for Kerry O’Connor’s prompt on With Real Toads, to write an “ekphrastic” poem based on an Escher drawing.  I think that ekphrastis is supposed to be more of a description of the art work – since my first poem “homing in” didn’t really describe the drawing in any specific way,  I tried my hand again.  Neither quite does the trick.  On the other hand, I do hope the poems promote nursing babies–breastfeeding, in my mind, one of  the most important thing you can do for your child, if possible.  (And great for mothers too.)