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this third

This is for dVerse’s quadrille prompt: “Let’s embrace”. A quadrille has exactly 44 words, and the prompt requires that it includes the word Embrace.
Embrace made me think of one of my favourite poems, Judith Wright’s Woman to Man, which is about conception and has the line “the third that lay in our embrace”.  We studied this poem at school, and I loved it then, but more so now as an adult and a mother.

 

For H:

 

This third that lay in our embrace
now runs ahead in laughing grace.
I’m in her face, you’re in her eyes,
we’re in every cell – our joy, our cries.
And when we’re gone, she’ll hold our trace,
this third that lay in our embrace.

 

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sunday afternoon ha’ sonnet

A leafy nook,
a glass of wine,
throw in a book
for time that’s mine.
I’ve gone to ground,
hope I’m not found
when the kids look.

 

It’s starting to feel like the school holidays are never going to end! 

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tomorrow, we will make jam

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Sutton Bakery, Friday afternoon

Chattering and shoving, they mob the counter,
from hip-high to shoulder-high,
clutching their pocket money and battling with indecision. Continue reading

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when I am old and you are grown…

Tebogo (Amateur’s Quill) posed some excellent and very thought provoking questions about parenthood, which in spite of having three kids I was unable to answer. One of them was “What will they say to you [when they are grown]”? So, thinking I could get an answer to at least one question, I asked one of my sons, and he replied “I would say, what are you doing at my house?” So this is my reply to my darling boy: Continue reading

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Sunday morning all-hallows day ha’sonnet

All ghosts away,
before the morn.
All-hallows day
brings bright new dawn
of all-healthy
and sugar free…
well, ’til Christmas.

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I’ve told you a million times…

A pedant’s portent (for L, who always exaggerates):

It’s not decapitation
if you’ve still got a head. Continue reading

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a statement of intent

Kiddies fiddling
with piggy’s hair? Continue reading

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attempted matricide

Stepping down, a sudden stumble –ankle2
a hole instead of my stepping-stone!?
A searing pain and down I tumble –
I think I’ve broken an ankle bone!
It’s blue and swollen past tennis ball,
and I wonder, lying here on my side,
when the doctor asks “how did you fall?”
should I reply “attempted matricide”?

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cautionary example

or “mechanical disadvantage”:

Alas poor Spidey, poor Spidey is dead!
She’s hunted her last, and now she is spread
flat as a pancake, behind the door.
She made a mistake, and now she’s no more. Continue reading

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