Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Blessed

I'm the taste on the lion's tongue.
Wild mother
of wilder young.
Sun, salt
sugar, sweat,
breasts -
blessed.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

10 comments:

brudberg said...

Absolutely wonderful... love all the contrasts you paint.

Sherry Marr said...

Oh my goodness, the taste on a lion's tongue. Only you could have thought of that. Love the wild mama portrayed here. What a fabulous poem!

bell(e) jar(s) said...

Why yes you are. And more.

(This is a superstar poem. So delicious.)

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I believe you!

grapeling said...

none so deft as you, MZ ~

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh yes, you most certainly are, MZ 💞

Brendan MacOdrum said...

Blessed, as in groomed by a tongue for the lioness' tale. Nose to toes. Baptized. And so it proceeds.

Fireblossom said...

Well you KNOW I love this. Please pass my regards to that younger cat.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I adore the cadences of the lines - how they all work together as a wonderful unit - the perfect picture of mother and child.

Margaret said...

to the point sentimentality. Love the cover of your Oklahoma Poems!