Mother Crone
by Kim McDougall
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Mother Crone is a surreal prose poem about the ascent of man, available this fall from Aoife's Kiss Magazine. |
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Mother Crone awakens at the first sound of the baby's cry. Nestled in the heart of a daffodil, his tiny fists clench angrily at the empty sky. Like a spinster aunt to an orphaned child, the sun takes possession of the earth, loving harshly, sometimes cruelly. Nurturing in that way, Mother Crone coos, sticks a blade of grass in the screaming boy’s mouth. He suckles, squirms, his cries stalling by stages and he sleeps.
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