Motherblood
there was magic at the birth
of you
fresh from the storming
forest of my
womb, without words you came
in a
rush of water, consequence
and creator
of passions past and future - now - the present
hangs - while I, changeling-aging-creature, jump
without a net into the black yawping hum of the abyss, waiting
when the thrive of motherhood is irrevocably, inconsolably ended
~
The Sunday Whirl
hangs - while I, changeling-aging-creature, jump
without a net into the black yawping hum of the abyss, waiting
when the thrive of motherhood is irrevocably, inconsolably ended
~
The Sunday Whirl
Oh, Pearl, this poem takes me through a familiar journey. Truly powerful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Nurit :)
DeleteThis is something men do not understand until they are much older. We both have a precious life giving gift; men are so foolish and mindless with theirs,
ReplyDeleteyou truly are a Good Egg - thank you for the comment - let's hope not all men are so foolish - some are as wise as you :)
Delete"the storming forest of my womb"
ReplyDeleteI am awestruck by the power and majesty of this image!
Oh my - what a lovely comment :). Thank you
DeleteIt always amazes me, the different tacks people take with the prompt. Especially as I often struggle to find just one. Well done.
ReplyDeleteForceful images, not just about life giving but also about acceptance and coming to terms with a new stage in life.
ReplyDeleteSo very much appreciated - Thank you for stopping
DeletePerhaps being a mother changes not ends..i know i could use one every now and again..and I'm an old bird! There is a great sense of foreboding however..waiting to descend like a rainstorm
ReplyDeleteYou have written the truth of the life journey of women, Pearl, a point we all reach and have to come to terms with.
ReplyDeleteMother love! What amazing images of women, even for those who have not borne. Being there at one's own birth may be enough for feeling this leap.
ReplyDeleteAlthough not a mother with a "womb"', as a father that accepted the "gift" and nurtured it with love, I too felt your words of "...is irrevocably, inconsolably ended." I may sit, once in awhile, and rock in my chair with small tears of joy in their absence.
ReplyDeleteA well written piece.
ZQ
Deeply appreciate your comment - my own father was as bonded
DeleteI think it never ends….
ReplyDeleteLovely when it does not - agree no reason for bond to ever break
DeleteA mother's love is so powerful, and also renders us helpless for awhile as our children leave the nest...you've captured this beautifully.
ReplyDeleteOh! Beauty! Mothers deserve every bit of love!
ReplyDeleteI can see a pregnant belly in the moon picture. This is beautiful, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteSo powerful poem! Such really divine moments!
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful, Pearl. I so know the feeling!
ReplyDeleteVery creative spin. Lovely
ReplyDeleteBeautifully captured and articulated. Especially like the "the storming forest of my womb".
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
I loved the beginning and the end of it here--beautifully done --
ReplyDeletewhew. intense and powerful piece pearl.
ReplyDeleteso much energy at that moment of birth...and def the risk too
because it changes your life forever...smiles
sorry i am late...we have no internet connection where we are on vacation....
WOW, this is incredibly good.
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