OK, I know... this isn't for children and should probably be retitled "Insatiable"... but, hey, it's the best I can do as my contribution to the Feast and I probably would not have posted this at any other time. So blame it on The Day! :)) LOL Kate xx

NURSERY RHYME

“Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie”


The nest still warm, afterwards
I hold your drowned fledgling
cupped and sticky in the palm of my hand,
its little head drooped as though stillborn.

Later, heat and energy revive;
like fermenting yeast, so our love is:
bubbling, it bursts through our fingertips
as you need me like dough
and I rise, pregnant with appetite.

Resurrected, your damp chick has grown;
finding its wings it’s sky-bound again –
each time more satisfying than the last,
it grows stronger with every flight.