Watercolour by Dan Bransfield
thebolditalic.com
Twinkle, twinkle little mother how I loved you like no other -
shining like a star above and flowing sweet with milky love.
You gave and gave yourself away and laughed to see your children play.
But mother-suns can't burn eternal and so there comes a collapse maternal:
But mother-suns can't burn eternal and so there comes a collapse maternal:
Upon the self they turn and fold, as hearts once warm grow bitter-cold
and offspring whom they once loved true become a source of food anew.
Thus what was a blood relation ends with wilful, dark negation;
life once given is swallowed back, with malice by the mother-black.
Stephen Alexander, The Circle of Fragments and Other Selected Verse,
Blind Cupid Press (2010).
