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11/30/16 05:19:55AM
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Mother Instinct by Kathryn Dillard

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016


To be a scorpion, carrying my brood on my back

for 10 to 20 days until their exoskeleton hardens

and they make their way into the world

with enough venom to kill an army

To be a human, carrying my brood in my uterus

for 280 days until they emerge naked and screaming

into a world composed of greed, conflict and pain

with seven reflexes, nothing more

I sit here and hold my growing belly in my hands,

singing to myself more than the fetus inside of me,

reassuring myself that I am armed to defend her

with fierce wisdom, devotion and love

yet after spending four days compiling a registry

of necessary items for the baby, a list of 99 items

for the first few months of infancy alone,

I wonder if evolution is driving me insane

Granted, I would never eat my baby for food

like a scorpion would if she was starving,

nor would I ever deny her of breast milk,

but how did mothers do it before registries?

The cleaning, feeding, nursing,

engaging, stimulating, sleeping,

teething, spitting up, crying

bonding, clothing, survival?

What was child rearing like

before companies gave us choices

between bottles, cribs and diapers

that have us questioning our instincts?

What was the mother instinct like

before we resigned ourselves

to handheld devices, sleep aids

brightly colored cloth and animals on parade?

Creator, if it’s alright with you,

can you please let me be a scorpion

in my next life on earth, just so

motherhood is less complicated

And yes, I know I will be feared

by all humanity and even my kin

but at least the only tools I will need

are my back, my claws, my instinct

11/30/16 05:03:46AM
5 posts

Hotei by Kathryn Dillard

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

I can tell you are a happy man

by the look of your calves,

well-rounded and wholesome as almonds

as you tend to eggplants in your garden.

You effuse about your laundromat,

the infant’ clothes brighter and softer

with each passing wash, tiny cocoons

rustling in the autumn breeze on your roof.

Show off your latest painting

high up on the gold-hued wall,

its strokes of red, green and black

falling like rain on still lifes of clocks and fruit.

We leave the earth glow of your room

for the stables where animals meet

to clash horns and hooves,

and you pat your belly as you digress

that yes, even a little smoke and fury

may erupt from a joyful man,

but better to release the fire outside

where the elements can cradle it

in their timeless haunches,

and as I look out past the door

of the corral into the oaks beyond,

I see you may not be prestigious

but are generous enough

to invite me into your home

and share the gifts that keep you

laughing in a world of sorrow.

updated by @stellarkatstar: 11/30/16 05:06:22AM
11/30/16 04:58:02AM
5 posts

Star by Kathryn Dillard

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

The cat's one green eye arches like a comet

deep into my forehead, searches so furiously

I can only gape back into the sealed tomb

where sight was seized to bestow prophesy

or hyper vigilance. I will never know fully

but the void in its face beseeches me

to confess all things filled with spirit,

the missing eye a star shimmering

out of sight beyond the veils

of limitation, disability, handicap, oddity,

unfathomable, invincible, unrelenting

unlucky, weird, odd, and strange,

how it appears once more under ruse

of  hello, hola, shalom, salam.

updated by @stellarkatstar: 11/24/19 06:16:51PM
11/30/16 04:55:23AM
5 posts

Sunny by Kathryn Dillard

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

There was a time

when I walked barefoot

in the sun

stuffed my cheeks with strawberries

in the sun

jumped hay bales until I was seedy

in the sun

trespassed into unknown eddies

in the sun

forgot the grown-ups’ troubles

in the sun

became my lighter self for no one

but the sun

updated by @stellarkatstar: 11/24/19 06:16:51PM
11/30/16 04:53:26AM
5 posts

The Emperor by Kathryn Dillard

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

The Emperor

for Donald Trump

We outran you once, hid another time,

finally conceded to prayers of protection

but you came another night,

insistent on having your way--

you dress my newborn in a clashing outfit,

and I worry until I take him in my arms

and he finds my nipple, mother's milk

stronger and sweeter than your assets.

Yes, you will reign in your own way forever,

yes, you may dress us up in your fabled clothes,

but you won't be the one who feeds us.

Chase us as you may, we will always abandon you

to your towers full of money and dross,

to your fantasies of undivided attention.

updated by @stellarkatstar: 11/30/16 05:09:32AM