Second Child

When the bough breaks
and my oak tree heart
is joined by an echo,

I catch the swell
of my burgeoning womb,
swallow the gut-twist

of early days, imagine
eyes, fingers, the curve. . .

size of a blueberry, they say,
and I can track her fruit by fruit,

as we grow strong
and sweet and full,

fall all over again.

K. S. Moore

oak

The arrival of my second daughter, in September, has swept me away on a tide of motherhood, leaving little time for blogging.  However, I’ve continued to write and wanted to share this poem for Poetry Day Ireland.  This is just one of many poems I have written based on my experience of becoming a mother.

This year’s Poetry Day Ireland events are widespread and it’s exciting to think that even one person might discover the expressive force that is poetry, through hearing someone read it aloud.

Photo credit: Foter.com

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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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