The Changeling

Written for the 10/40 poetry contest. The original was 73 words XD so I apologize for the skeletal form you see now. Hopefully it still works.

Full moon tricks,
faerie's close proximity.
She in labor, knows no sleight,
the council to monitor.
But breathe flat,
and two exchanged.
Birthed in blood
a daughter, taken then given.
Mountains tremble, faerie child,
and will never know her origins.

Author's Note

Forgive my clumsy attempt. Poetry is not my strong suit, but I like to play with it. Tell me what you think, and please, any poetry advice is most welcome. :)

Reviews

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations on winning the 10/40 contest!

[Tovli]

cool. it works! opaque and scary. tovli

[Helena]

This was far from clumsy...in fact it was very good. I enjoyed it and like what you
did with the 10/40. Excellent attempt and a very worthy submission to Tovli's contest.

[A. Farnsworth]

I liked this a lot. It reminded me of the legends of children who are stolen and switched with faeries. Kudos to you!

[karmic]

One tip is; you should add more, i understand sometimes less i more, but in this case you didn't really give us anything to work with. The key of a short poem is to have more importance to it or a trick.
I hope you don't take this review too hard i'am just trying to help. Also i like your last line.