The Poetry of Annabelle Moseley

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POEMS: HOW YOU DISCOVERED YOUR NAME

By Annabelle Moseley

You were greedy for the baptism of language.

You heard the syllables around your crib,

That splashed while you slept—

Echoed in your ears

In woolen tones,

Cloudy and unformed.

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2 comments on “The Poetry of Annabelle Moseley
  1. Totally lovely. Although I doubt this is the word Ms Moseley would use to define her gift.

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