She Is Pregnant


The fear of impregnation
Anticipation of hue and cry
The feeblness of her existence
The fear of outcry

Absent her will to confront
The unpreparedness
Of her demeanour
Oh! So unprecedented

Shovel loads of raven infatuation
Blazing ambers
All but defenseless
Equipped with a daring ploy
To seed her with ecstasy
Bundled up
With guilty heathen pleasures


She is pregnant
Pregnant with joy


I originally wrote this poem in 2005 and reworded, rearranged and restructured to publish it in a new form here. I love the poem, the original as well as this reworded one.