Tonight Lillian from dVerse Poet’s Pub offers the prompt of that many-meaninged word ‘Fall’, in any version.
She asks that we use ‘Fall’ (or any of its verbal versions) in a quadrille, that is, a poem of exactly 44 words. This poetic form – popular within the dVerse community – is one of my favourites.
The title image for tonight’s quadrille happens to be a large specimen of apple variety ‘Jupiter’, grown and picked by Spouse, It’s sitting on the keyboard of the laptop procured for me by my software-engineer son, who has increased his fourteen inches at birth to seventy-four.
And – like Eve and Adam, and us his parents – has bitten into many apples, most notably on his first birthday, when he selected a bright red ‘Katje’ from the dwarf orchard tree under which he had been sat, and proceeded to eat it, pips and all.
a bitten apple fallen with child at Samhain, weary through Yule; tremors at Imbolc strengthening into the Quickening at Oestre; rib-racking hiccoughs at Litha. Earth moved as the doctor rotated him out of breech; and soon after Lammas he emerged, translucent-fingered, all fourteen wondrous inches of him. © Kathy Labrum McVittie 30 October 2023

I LOVE this post! Having been through childbirth, I connect with it. “Wondrous” indeed!
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Ah I am so glad to hear that this resonates. Writing the “story” within the encircling of The Wheel of the Year, and the constraints of the quadrille, leaves me with a much warmer feeling about the pregnancy! At forty years on I can start to enjoy the poetry of motherhood without as many of the pangs … Travelling on the buses with my senior bus-pass, I have to take care not to smile too much at other people’s babies – I am getting broody all over again…
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It’s forty three years on for me and I’m loving my grandsons, also without as many of the pangs. I haven’t travelled on many buses with my senior bus-pass as the bus service around here is dire, but I do use my senior railcard to visit my daughter.
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Our village is one of a few to have increased its bus service, which also serves a supposedly eco-town just half a mile away. I’m making the most of it these days.
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I like this different take on the prompt. Nicely done poem.
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Thank you! “Fallen with child” is a phrase that locals here (on the edge of the Cambridgehire Fens) used to use.
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I feel the love you have for your son and it reflects my own feelings of this magical connection with a son that started with pain and struggling in childbirth (damn kid had a giant head!). I would have said, “there are no words”, and yet, you found them. Lovely poem.
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Ah, Kim I am glad you too have a wondrous son connection, after all that effort.
We joked that I was giving birth to a crate of herrings – all corners and angular pain.
When we learned his character, the story changed to the myth of him reading large-format books in the womb… hence being in no hurry to be delivered…
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hehehehehe – love that!!! I used to tell my son that they “unzipped my stomach” to get him out, because his head was so big (it was). But he turned out fine (still with extra-large head) and is my crowning (pun intended) achievement. From the way you describe your relationship (and the miracle), I suspect you could write this poem much more elegantly. https://glovergardens.com/a-mothers-poem-on-mothers-day/
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having been at the birth of both my children. seeing my wife bring life into the world I am always in awe of the wonder that is childbirth.
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How lovely for your wife that you were there for both children, and how awesome – as you say – for you. I recall my husband’s excitement as he announced “I can see the head!” By that time I had decided that I was giiving birth to a large wooden crate. Quite a relief to see a son after all…
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Your poem resonates with me, Kathy. My youngest grandson is one year old today, on Samhain. I love the lines:
‘…Earth moved as the doctor rotated him
out of breech; and soon after Lammas he emerged,
translucent-fingered, all fourteen
wondrous inches of him’.
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Oh how very lovely that you have a Samhain-er in your family. Every good wish for this time of reflection and healing, especially after your brush with Covid x
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Thank you, Kathy!
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How much it works for me too… a child brought into the world is always amazing.
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Yes, I don’t tire of reminiscing over my maternal moments, and my son (40, how did that happen?) has grown out of the need to roll his eyes and say “Mu-um…!”
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Happy Halloween my friend! ✌🏼🎃
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Blessings of Samhain to you, Rob! Happy New (Pagan) Year!
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I love a good birth poem – and this is certainly one! I am loving how we are all getting different poems out of the same prompt
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Ah thank you Kim! I haven’t even begun to visit other poets’ sites yet – a treat for tonight, on this spooky dark evening, when I have just been out to deliver a pot of quince membrillo (aka congealed vampire) to a friend. Good with Manchego?
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This is incredibly poignant, Kathy! I’m especially moved by; “Earth moved as the doctor rotated him out of breech; and soon after Lammas he emerged, translucent-fingered.” It’s a life changing experience! 💜💜
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Thank you, dear one! I really enjoyed distilling that 40-years-ago experience into the 44-word discipline of a quatrain. And placing the memories into the holding and containment of The Wheel of the Year x
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I like this circular (almost) way of reading the calendar from conception to birth. Falling pregnant is how it’s described in French too. I’ve had five births, each experience different, and although i remember them all in the gory details, the emotions overlay one another, and a lot of it is just a blur! Yours is a lovely way of remembering and situating birth in context.
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Thank you Jane. You get me!
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A wonderful poem. Love the back story and that the doctor could rotate him so you could have a natural birth.
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Ah thank you for recognising the relief I felt about him arriving head first! The memory makes me smile. I’m on my way to visit him right now…
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Wonderful! Our second son was breech and came out but first! His legs did not want to go down flat for awhile!
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Wow… That’s real. And intense. and beautiful. Gorgeous writing, Kathy ❤
~David
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Thank you dear David. I know that you perceive this translucently! ❤
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