blue moon

We make so many assumptions when we read literature – especially poetry.

So much of what we take away from a poem is informed by our experiences, frames of reference, traditions, and beliefs.

Most of us can recall the gentle beauty of a lullaby. Sung to us in our cribs by a loving parent.

For many, we would see this narrator as a mother assuring her burbling cherub of her love. Of that child’s safety. Of all the limitless potential for their life.

That is, assuming mommy is the narrator.

EPILOGUE

Assumption of a trustworthy narrator is challenging sometimes. Words matter.

Try re-reading this poem from a less pleasant narrator’s point of view. Shed the nostalgic emotion of lullabies. What do the words say?

Instead, as in many old Irish legends, imagine the Good Folk (the fairies) abducted this child to live among them.

Stolen from its mother, this new fae mother’s assurances take on a perhaps more sinister tone.

Give it another read… rather changes the sentiment of “mamai’s cries” – doesn’t it?

❤ Sorry. Not sorry. 🖤

No matter how you read this poem, from whichever narrator’s Point of View, I hope you enjoyed it!!

Please let me know your thoughts in the Comments section below.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

6 comments

  1. Love the connotations you suggest in the poem and the visual created in each. Thank you for sharing.

  2. I get the feeling the baby is stolen and now it’s hush don’t cry, dry your eyes, no I’m not your mommy so its all lies. However, the baby is small and won’t know so there you go. Love this!

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