Elise Paschen

(Chicago / United States)

Birth Day - Poem by Elise Paschen

For Alexandra, born May 17, 1999


Armored in red, her voice commands
every corner. Bells gong on squares,
in steeples, answering the prayers.
Bright tulips crown the boulevards.

Pulled from the womb she imitates
that mythic kick from some god's head.
She roars, and we are conquered.
Her legs, set free, combat the air.

Naked warrior: she is our own.
Entire empires are overthrown.


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  • Rookie - 32 Points Erhard Hans Josef Lang (9/25/2007 11:41:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem about life, as beautiful as the wonder of life itself! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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