Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Dreaming the Meuse Lizard

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         Her child shall be widowed
         in unspeakable ways

I dream him
a blind or lame Damian
with a thrusting jaw
(Why give him such legs
if he cannot swim?)

He comes from me
easily without pain
simply without blood

White-lipped he squats
and looks up with lidless eyes
as though something subterranean
was erupting behind them

No one dares look at him
he just crouches
not knowing what to do
with those plated arms
flapping in the well-lit room

Carine Topal is mother to a fifteen year old. She is a veteran special education teacher and has taught poetry to children and adults for 15 years. Her work has appeared in The Best of the Prose Poem, Caliban, Pacific Review, Oberon, and many others. She is the recipient of poetry awards from: Spanish Moss Literary Journal, Water-Stone, Americas Review, Embers Magazine, and Half-Tones to Jubilee. Her new manuscript, As When, is looking for a home.

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