It’s a mystery, how the mind leaps
from primitive sound
to intricate, webbed sentence,
catches the listening ear
with word on word torrents.

K. S. Moore


My 8 month old daughter is learning to talk.  She can say ‘dada’, ‘hug’, ‘good girl’ and ‘night-night’.  Watching and listening to her progress caused me to think about the journey from those early cries, shouts and babbles, into words, then sentences and eventually, true language with a far reaching power.  My thoughts inspired the above fragment of verse, which may be added to at some point.  For now, it captures a stage of my daughter’s development which becomes more miraculous every day.

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K. S. Moore is a Welsh Poet and Writer, based in Ireland. Her poetry has recently appeared in The Stinging Fly, Southword and Crannog.Online magazines: Nutshells and Nuggets, And Other Poems, and Ink Sweat and Tears have also featured poems. Meanwhile, flash fiction and short stories have been published in FlashFlood, Metazen, Number Eleven and The Bohemyth.K. S. Moore has been shortlisted for Flash Mob 2013, Blog Awards Ireland and 99 Fiction. She has performed at Waterford Writers' Weekend, Waterford Winterval and Swansea's Dylan Thomas Festival.


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