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Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
29 Apr 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: ancestors, baskets, baths, blankets, breasts, cover, dream, ears, feet, fruit, juices, loins, lullabies, matriarchal, nurture, riddle, sleep, umbilical
Dreams, it has been said, were the first poems and stories told around the fire in ancient tribal cultures. Jan Hutchinson
We gather, holding baskets
filled with fruit;
seeds and juices
of our loins.
Breasts ready to succor,
feet to serve,
ears to learn
what nurture needs.
Umbilical still grows,
Twists its lullabies;
In and out of sleep
and baths and blankets’ cover.