A poem inspired by Miguel Hernandez and by the birth of my third grandson Oscar Luke Fellows.
Cradle Song
The air sings to you,
born in blood,
and you cry back;
first breath
cold in your body.
The blood is now your blood,
your mind is now your mind.
The phantoms we dance with in the night
sing you to sleep
in the warmth of her breast.
Tim Fellows October 2021
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