Mother's Tears
Mother's tears of despair
fell amongst the amniotic fluids
cushioning me
Floating in the amniotic fluids
I listened
heard
sensed
her despair at being
pregnant again
and
quietly resolve
to compensate
and justify my existence
From The Wintered Womb
Underneath the thrice ploughed, fertile, fallow field
Impregnated within a wintered, woven, womb
Of richly composted humus
I lay seeking sustenance, nourishment from
The oxygen filled wintered mist that
Drizzles, seeping, replenishing the amniotic fluids
That trickles through the membranous umbilical cord
Fertilizing, greening,
Ensuring a bountiful spring harvest.
Voices on the wind, drift through the chosen womb, through the richly composted humus... a mother crying... she has three children already... how will she manage. Dr Salvaris reassures her. They will do a tubal ligation at the same time as this child is delivered, to ensure that her womb will lie fallow from this time on. What does this mean for me I wonder? 'Prove your worth that's what you will do....' more words come filtering into the womb filling me with apprehension. Will I ever be good enough?
posted by Heather Blakey @ 4:41 AM
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3 Comments:
Sacred.
Makes one wonder, doesn't it, how much of what goes on, the child, as yet unborn, knows? Is there some semblance of remembrance that exists still in the adult mind?
Vi
I really can't see how there can't be a semblance of remembrance left Vi. How could the experience of those nine months just disappear. I put this in the category of something I know but do not know I know.
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