the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

the family bed

“The child’s sob in the silence curses deeper than the strong man in his wrath.”
~ Elizabeth B. Browning

 

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When the mother bird returns

I am a student of wrens.
When the mother bird returns
to her brood, beak squirming
with winged breakfast, a shrill
clamor rises like jingling
from tiny, high-pitched bells.
Who’d have guessed such a small
house contained so many voices?
The sound they make is the pure sound
of life’s hunger. Who hangs our house
in the world’s branches, and listens
when we sing from our hunger?
Because I love best those songs
that shake the house of the singer,
I am a student of wrens.

(Baby Wrens’ Voices by Thomas R. Smith)

(continuing on the earth momma vibe and thinking of them with their beautiful swelling bellies.)

(photos from owlsnest)

and when i’m getting really old

If no-one ever marries me–
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I am not pretty
And I’m seldom very good–

If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch;

I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamb, quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town;

And when I’m getting really old,
At twenty-eight or nine–
I shall buy a little orphan girl
And bring her up as mine.

(If No One Ever Marries Me by Laurence Alma-Tadema)