Steel Wool was just telling me how this blog title reminds her very much of Sylvia Plath’s poem, Metaphors. Which, incidentally, is all about being a human incubator for the next 9 months:
I’m a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising.
Money’s new-minted in this fat purse.
I’m a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I’ve eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there’s no getting off.
Yeah, baby. We’ve boarded the train, and there’s no getting off!