FEBRUARY 3, 1956 – 10:42 A.M.

I was in no position to be born,
in the breech; feet first, a fresh “face”
coming to the fore on that frozen February morn.
Until then, my days on earth up to the day of my birth
were a placid float, suspended in muted serenity.
But, the anguish of my poor mother would serve
to provide shocks to propel me into action,
gaining traction in this field of my amniotic shield;
a permeable hideaway of liquidity.
But damn the masked man in white, he startles me;
a sharp slap sets my ass to flame and a tearful wail to my lips.


Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #41

9 thoughts on “FEBRUARY 3, 1956 – 10:42 A.M.

  1. This is so clever and fun. I had to go back and look for the wordle words, as you have managed to use them in such a fresh and original manner, that they melted into their surroundings.


  2. Why doesn’t it surprise me that you were born “the hard way”, Walt? You did, indeed, work all the words in — and so smoothly as to seem effortless. Nice! Is it too soon to wish you a happy birthday? :-))

  3. WOW!

    That’s a great wordle, Walt! It seems like the words were chosen for this poem!!

    As for being born the hard way — I wasn’t quite breech, but I wasn’t face down like I should have been — I was face up, looking at the ceiling!

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