I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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21 April 2008

The Accident (April Challenge 19)

For today's prompt you need to write a poem about a moment (or moments) you can't remember yourself that are about yourself. I think everyone has these stories about when you were a child, or when you were drunk, or when you were talking in your sleep, or when you were in a coma (hopefully not too many fall into this category actually).

I think I remember it
while knowing I could not.
At least …
Or could I …
What if …

It's an old joke,
dropped on her head
as a baby.
Explains a lot!
'Her' being me of course.

My mother carrying me
up the stony path
to visit friends,
hurrying a little.
She used to live there.

Her skirt fluttered
round stockinged legs,
the path was steep and narrow –
views I never had,
held in her arms.

I feel as if
I felt the thump,
see myself looking up
at her face white and wide-eyed
filling the sky.

I hear her soft cry.
She is helpless
and I'm on the ground.
My head hurts
and my back.

© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008


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