2016: EB POETS EXERCISE XXXIX

Midwives of God

Bash’s laid maid came sudden

Accursed, for God to hate a craddle.- Leon

Joy, for you i waited, anxious, your first cry,

But alas you came, not the son i sought- OracLe

Vera, the shell of night has cracked, giving birth to a baby sun

Between its cradle and grave lies the reason we prowl the earth. – Tee2emm

Hypermind, did thou ever see the freckle I used against your curves that I made?

I hid the last penny of that tingling feeling in the same jealous purse-Rudolph

Tom, from the whims of this seamless attraction, the dawn of a new empire 

Still, i don’t know if to smile or frown.-Vera

Oracle,oh Oracle why did you turn down my message to the gods?I can hear her cry.

Why did you clothe me with this feeling of rue and strip me off my clothes of joy-Bangwan