mum is a leopard (english poetry)

If anyone has been reading me for over a year, you might have detected that the structure of this poem draws much from my older English compositions, such as Emerald Cage and Low Poetics. I wanted to design something that returned to that a bit, and simultaneously, I wanted to write as if I was a child looking at a blossom. I’m not certain I achieved either of those, but there was an intention.

The Lispector’s Egg reference pertains to Clarice Lispector‘s The Egg and the Chicken, a small story that is truly indescribable, much to the likes of all of Lispector’s works. I started reading Lispector when I was very young, and when my mother is sad, she always reminds me of Clarice, a sort of saturnine ethereal being locked to mortality, a misplacement, an injustice of some mystical kind. I believe there is an easily accessible translation of the short-story somewhere online, and I urge you with utmost potency to find it and give it a read.

There is also this beautiful piano-electronic album I’ve been bewitched by, Moon Ate the Dark, which is surprisingly serene yet inspiring and cumbrous. If you like mellow instrumentals, especially for reading or writing, give it a chance.

As usual, a thousand thanks,

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25 thoughts on “mum is a leopard (english poetry)”

      1. I’m so glad you liked it. I, at times, am hesitant to share other Art that I like in the fear that my tastes might be overly precise or plain bad, truly.
        But if you liked it, I’m not alone.

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    1. I’m so glad, Craig. Your continued support is much valued to me, and to have you comment signals that I’ve done something worth the while. You also wrote about your mom, your poem is equally beautiful, I hope I inspired you in some way.

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      1. Yes, the impact of moms upon their children is life long and can never be overestimated. Today is the anniversary of my mother-in-law’s passing. She was like a second mom to me, and her home felt like my home, all the more so because my wife and I met as teenagers and my own parents split up when I was eleven.

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    1. I’m glad it did, every man needs a mother. Sometimes we only have memories, those children of the wind, but they can be enough.
      I hope you liked Moon Ate the Dark and surely look at Clarice. Introducing others to Art that inspires me is one of my favourite things in the world.

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  1. absolutely magnificent poem…it’s magnetizing. I think that this is one of those poems that people will always come back to because its very powerful and draws on archetypes like the mother, and the leopard and it plays with passion of pain, anguish, strength to overcome and fear of loss. So it plays on different drawstrings of the psyche each time its read. wow…..

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    1. I think it is my poem that, to date, has the most inner arches and interverse clauses. I actually drew from a lot of my own thoughts as a child, when I did most of everything around my mother, so it does come from a veritable place and sentiment.

      I’m so glad that you liked it, Suzy. your exulting words make me alight, and my gratitude is endless.

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  2. I really enjoyed this poem and its conversational quality against the depth of its themes. Thank you for sharing Moon Ate the Dark! I’m listening to Explosions in a Four Chambered Heart at the moment. You have beautiful taste. It simultaneously reminds me of Ludovico Einaudi’s work and my favourite piece by Nils Frahm – Says.

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    1. I tend to overcharge my posts, since I post so parsimoniously. It’s a play of balance I’m yet to master. Thank you so much for reading, Staci, I’m beyond glad that you’ve found something to love in all of it.

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