Delivery

The sun, great spectral
obstetrician – yes! –
doctor
of divinity – M.D., M.B.E., A.C.E.
delivering us to morning
in scrubs of light –
and us squalling our birthright
across the broken waters,
our faces squashed with
pillow marks,
anxiously counting our blessings,
our newborn fingers
and toes.


For dVerse Quadrille
And The Twiglets

23 thoughts on “Delivery

  1. Holy crap.
    Excuse my almost-French.
    But good lord, man. So SO good.

    THIS:
    “delivering us to morning
    in scrubs of light –
    and us squalling our birthright
    across the broken waters”

    What a metaphor you have spun here, and the word as a title A.C.E. is just brilliant.

    LOVE.this.

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  2. an acerbic wit belies these lines – absolutely brilliantly contrived and composed and only a great imagination could have construed ‘ace’ as the A.C.E. with us ” squalling our birthright
    across the broken waters,”

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