On an august night, a half-rain
stumbles glass; the child-bride,
in a bruise of love, endures her pain;
her eyes obscenities as she cries.
And there in flesh, the newborn;
animal of agony, cruelly evicted
from paradise, a shape of a smile torn
from its face as if convicted
of ante-natal crime – they lay broken
on the rippled-white, with crimson tears
where dead whispers, half-spoken
lie to her face, and undo her years.
This poems title got my attention for that is the month of my birthday.... I love it.. it is very descriptive and unfortunatly has a familar ring to it (personally) .. so I can relate... which makes me love it all the more....
Excellent write, Stug - great use of language and images; both evocative and slightly disturbing. Sean
'...bruise of love...', '...animal of agony cruelly evicted / from paradise...' '...ante-natal crime...' '...lie to her face, undo her years' - power language. 'Rhymeless' (inconspicuous yet heavy-impact) rhyme as well. A tour de force, no more, no less.
Sad poem, depicting a very harsh reality of life...the child bride...bringing forth the child conceived in pain and suffering...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this your birth you're depicting here Stug? Sounds primal, though childbirth is, sure she's gotten over it by now though, unless you were a big baby of course! ! LOL! Interesting piece Mr Leo! HG: -) xx