Foundling Poems - Poems about Foundling

When verses run dry do you hide in despair When the Muse is on fire only ashes you’ll bear With silence embedded on each empty page Your fear is the foundling that kindles — the rage (Ronald McDonald House: May, 2025) ...

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A mark of scarlet was the first, Fitting of inferior character. He was associated of plagues, The name given of a tragedy. The dead made a bottomless pit on him, Rendered executed, the title of foundling. ...

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poor little foundling alone in a white basket left on auntie’s steps she was always a meanie could you soften her? in eighteen years you sure did you both needed each other...

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Severed from a knotted past the future’s line went slack Denying what the morrow feared refusing to — look back (Dreamsleep: June, 2024) ...

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Do you think if I went out back and stood, Where the clean green lawn meets the wood And whispered softly in the night air I’m not afraid and I know you’re there. If I wished hard enough, do you think The fae would steal me away with a wink? And take me up with them to the sky That blue abyss...

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They found it/him, hidden, feeling Sympathy and fascination. Clothing and makeup appealing -- Save for a grotesque castration. There were growths all about its skin. They found it/him, hidden, feeling Revulsion with a steadfast chin -- To be raised as male, concealing. School days carried much revealing; But, not enough to shock or faint. They found it/him, hidden, feeling A constricted clothing complaint. Growing spent of this...

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THE TEACHER AND THE FOUNDLING Dirty raw face Lost in a vicious Dog-eat-dog world , His tears washed rivulets Into my chalky hand . Dissolving into My soft inner soul , He sensed mother And clung to the skirts Of my conscience. My home’s warm respite , Another world of gentle feeling ; Before the return to darkness And bruised cold fingers In beer bottle bedrooms ....

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