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 Writer and Poet. Her poetry has recently appeared in Crannog Magazine, Nutshells and Nuggets, And Other Poems, Ink Sweat and Tears and The Seventh Quarry.Flash Fiction and short stories have featured in FlashFlood, Metazen, Number Eleven and The Bohemyth. Shortlists have included: Flash Mob 2013, Blog Awards Ireland and 99 Fiction.K. S. Moore has read her poetry at Swansea's Dylan Thomas Festival and at Waterford Writers' Weekend. She is the founder and facilitator of Waterford's 'Write Club' and occasionally leads workshops on poetry and short fiction.


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