The Prophet

[Leanne]

Hi leanne,
this reads to me like giving breech birth to an adult. You just had to get it out but you hung on too long and the thing got bigger and bigger until the waters broke and..and..and...out it all came in a rush, fully formed, but a stranger. Others may say what a beautiful baby but until I'm introduced I don't know enough to strike up conversation. I do hope you are well.
Bested,
tectak

That's a fair cop, Tom. This was a quick rush of bullshit at 5am this morning because I was annoyed about not writing anything and I had reality tv stuck in my head. That's a bad combination. I think there are things here to draw out but I thought I'd float it first and see what (if anything) worked. It's more allusion-heavy than I wanted it to be, and I never know what other people will know because I know it all

There will, of course, be edits. I haven't posted anything unedited for a long time and really want to get back into the process.

I left some comments. Mainly I was a little confused at certain points, but that may be because it is intentionally ambiguous or I don't get the whole poem.

Brownlie, thank you. I am sorry about the Kevin Sorbo image I will do my best to make the historical references a little clearer as ambiguity for its own sake is certainly not ok. There will be more work done.