Wednesday, 5 June 2013


Just like the hermit
In his lonely cell
The baby lies still
And kicking
In it's protective shell.

Spurning the gaze
Of the outside world
Parents yearning
For that first wail
And smell
Of new-fresh
Human spirit.

But there it stays enmeshed
Within the mother's life-giving orb
Like the sun
Over the Earth.

When will the spell
Be broken?
Like water's rushing
It will be worth
The wait.

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