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‘Reluctant Oration’ and other poems by Fiona King

Birth The last point of the quadrant remains to be drawn, Out on the fringe of a shadowy dawn. The air is still, devoid of all sound, The raven encircles the battleground. The troops are assembled, their swords held with poise, To face the enemy engulfing his choice. He arrives with his foe, emits a loud cry, The prophetic bird falls dead from the sky. Morning’s mist begins to fade, The child is here, no longer afraid. CHILD’S PLAY The couple play a childish game, Their toys are guilt, betrayal, shame. They scatter them across the floor, Expose insecurities raw and sore. Their song is angry, well-rehearsed, A tune of sadness, bitterly versed. Their painting, an unfinished mess, Made in haste, under duress. They dance a dance of hideous precision, Wrong is right, final decision. Nothing to lose and less to gain, Familiar role play, hate and pain. Their child looks on, he takes the blame, Discarded toy in an adult game.   WOODEN SPOON Deed is done, misdemeanour little, Anger rises, no acquittal. Shriek …