Hi folks. Many of you know I’m a fiction writer and poet, but I haven’t posted much of either on this blog. However, I’ve been picking away at poem in several parts called “Invisiphilia: An Epic.” After sitting on the first few parts for a long time, I decided there’s no better way to get this moving than post one or two parts a week. They’re reasonably short, and some are shorter than others.
So here we go.
Invisiphilia: An Epic
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PART ONE: CONCEPTION
A happy day, three weeks after
the night you were conceived.
But Doctor wasn’t too impressed
with what your Mom achieved.
“You shouldn’t gain an ounce,” he said.
“Perhaps, should lose a few!”
All told in order to prevent
the birth of a fat you.

joannadeadwinter
/ October 23, 2011Great use of rhyme and hexameter. It’s about time someone covered the epic fail of the obesity panic in an epic poem.:)
Tempest Nightingale LeTrope
/ October 23, 2011What a terribly insane thing, to tell a pregnant woman not to gain weight. How can that possibly be healthy for the baby?