Not Faces But Toes
.
It is what I would call
new country; these pictures
on my wall. We have no little faces.
Here we have tiny toes imprinted.
We have the full infant foot
for Angus at three months.
But for his big sister;
soon to reach her third year,
she gives us the upper pad
of the mid-foot. And, there’s
the quirk, genetic history;
unusually long toes which
tells me as many stories
as their infant faces might.
All puns intended; each with
a strong foothold. But it is very
different to have photographs
of toes.
.
It’s what I would call new county.
.
Benita H. Kape © 21.4.2017
And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. It could be something you’ve heard on the radio, or a phrase you remember from your childhood, even something you overheard a coworker say in the break room! Use the overheard speech as a springboard from which to launch your poem. Your poem could comment directly on the overheard phrase or simply use it as illustration or tone-setting material.
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