His hand-
Swipes across her face:
Once,
Twice,
Third time’s the charm,
and she crashes.
His hand-
bloodied
From the daughter he has born.
The child,
Who is made up of
Half of his genes.
His foot-
Finds the ground
upon which she lays,
Not gently
-he grazes her.
mama stands and watch.
Not a word is uttered,
Just the groans of a daughter.
His body,
Moves away to rest from
All the work.
Each woman,
nursing,
The scars they bore.
The guilty eyes
Of a daughter
Piercing,
The tired eyes
Of a mother.
And silence hovers above them,
Into another dawn.
I really enjoyed doing the december poetry challenge last year. Plus, I found this really inspiring prompt called “30 layers, 30 days” which many bloggers have completed now. So, I decided to use the prompts for December.
Prompt: Where I Live
Oh! How beautiful .. I might pitch in ! Thank you xx btw thanks for a beautiful hello into my first dip into the blogging world 🌎 ❤️
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Thank you very much. Hello and welcome 💃🏽.
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Nice one, can I join as well, I might be too late though
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Heyy absolutely! Welcome aboard, the more the merrier. Even I have missed a few of the prompts
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Thank you #inspired
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