Sunday, October 2, 2011

fecund scent

22 x 30, gouache, charcoal, pastel on paper
When infant cries will not quiet, 
nor accept 
non-mother consolation
(even if loving father) ...
Mother comes 
gentle murmurs,
private language
coos, hums, 
takes the baby in her arms.

he quiets at her voice
smells deeply 
her fecund scent
grunts his sorrow
at her delay

then turns his head to lick her arm.

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