A Pantoum on Daughters Who Run – Poetry by J.A. Carter-Winward

Alexandre Benois – The king walked in any weather…(Saint-Simon)

Your emergence from me felt like a death
Afraid to take your own first step
Once you were safe, held close to my breast
Your cry was too loud, yet I begged you to stay.

Afraid to take your own first step
One place was sharp, the other soft
Your cry was too loud, yet I begged you to stay
Open your eyes my bluebird child.

One place was sharp, the other soft
Nothing stays pure once in grown hands
Open your eyes my bluebird child
You’re running from time as I run out of breath.

Nothing stays pure once in grown hands
Your emergence from me felt like a death
You’re running from time as I run out of breath
Once you were safe, held close to my breast.


About the Poet

J.A. Carter-Winward is an award-winning poet and literary novelist. Author of 14 books, including an upcoming chapbook and book of poems and dialogues (2021), her work appears in several online journals and print anthologies, including “We Will Be Shelter,” (Write Bloody Publishing), “HST: Poetry-2019,” (HSTQ), and “Pain & Renewal,” (Vita Brevis). J.A. also co-founded the Black Box Warning Initiative, a nonprofit dedicated to creating awareness for the dangers of prescription medication side effects through poetry, art, and film.

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