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I am not sure if it is because of my age, the time of year, the world situation but I seem to be regressing into memories for my inspiration. This poem came while I was with the Bealtaine Writers in Annamakerrig this year. The Image is the first known painting by Francis Bacon and I saw it in the Leger Museum in Biot. There is no particular reason for putting them together other than I like the idea of it. As usual, enjoy and let me know what you think. Share the site with your friends too.
A Most Unexpected Thing to Notice
Thirty-eight years ago, she slid
between her mother’s thighs,
was u-turned, flopped belly onto belly
in all the glory of her gory fluids
Delivery for both was seamless
a major difference from before
Her cry was gently strong that told us
all was safe and well
we could come down from high alert
Her colour changed quite quickly,
blue to red to bursting skin tone
the faintest blood iron smell
rose up to meet our nostrils
A most striking thing that almost
did me in, her perfect little nails
already needed trimming. Her son
would later use the phrase
How did that happen
Then wrapped, unwashed I held her close
the fullest richest parcel ever placed
in my arm crook to make a lifelong bond
Peter Clarke May 2018
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