I have skipped quite a few days, but we have been busy with home improvement projects, family medical issues, and exhaustion. I'm glad I'm back on the page. I wrote this poem in response to today's prompt on napowrimo.net.
"Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that involves alliteration, consonance, and assonance. Alliteration is the repetition of a particular consonant sound at the beginning of multiple words. Consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds elsewhere in multiple words, and assonance is the repetition of vowel sounds. Traci Brimhall’s poem “A Group of Moths” provides a great example of these poetic devices at work, with each line playing with different sounds that seem to move the poem along on a sonorous wave."
My Northern Light
I can tell you shame is throwing
up apple juice into the bitter
painkiller mask, all the doctors
masked and clothed in surgical
blue. the plastic film dividing
my upper torso from my belly
and legs. the tug and pull
of male doctors tearing
my skin into a mouth opening
into her. my baby from my body
who doesn’t belong, but
borrowed a ride bending time
while bending my belly
around the balance of air
and space. how borderless
I have become after I birthed
her from the edges of a blade.
what woman am I but the one
who loves and loves and wraps
myself as if I am a gift and inside
is a child a baby my aurora borealis.
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