Forgotten Ground Regained
Leave her and she swells
What maiden speaks ‧ in murmurs, moansas you hold her curved ‧ round waist, salivatesas you caress her neck, clasping her buffed skin,filling her drawn lips? Leave her and she swells.She trembles and sighs ‧ seething in slow suspense,rumbling in fury and ‧ raising hot breath.She foams at the mouth, frothy, back arched before squealing out, singing a sweet song,heaving and gratified, full-fed, released.But study her shape ‧ and she shies, ceasesher cooing and calms, clearing like the skyafter a stormy fog, wavesilent, still. Who is this creature? Call out her name.
Copyright © Cassidy McFadzean, 2012
Originally published in Cassidy C. McFadzean (2012), Riddlehoard (M.A. thesis, University of Regina)
Reprinted in Forgotten Ground Regained: A Journal of Alliterative Verse, New Series, Issue 4, Fall, 2024
Answer: A tea-kettle coming to a boil
(or is it a woman in the throes of pasison?)