I’m curled inside, so soft and warm,
protected in my creator’s corm.
Within, without, the pulse and throb
of leg on stomach, thrusting knob
of head against that source of light
down a channel smothering tight.
I will I must continue toward
that severance of birthing cord.
A final push, a hearty cry,
one eye open, a glimpse of sky.
Helping hands receiving me,
head and shoulder, thigh and knee.
The miracle of freedom from
such tight compression. My questing thumb.
Curled into that outer nest
that has been my nine-month quest.
Swathed in warmth, bright lights above,
I take great drafts of mother love.
She wills and I agree I will
drink until I’ve had my fill.
Pursing lips and searching tongue,
and then a healthy burst of lung.
I declare my presence here
to the whole world’s atmosphere.
The prompt for day 14 of NaPoWriMo was to write the opening scene of the movie of our life.
Image by Christine Bowen on Unsplash.
I LOVE this one!
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I wouldn’t expect this to be a theme you’d enjoy, FGM. Thanks for your plaudits.
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Oh Judy, your poem is such a lovely bright contrast to my bleak black and white nativity. I love that your baby self is keen to get going. I love the rhythm of the lines:
‘Within, without, the pulse and throb
of leg on stomach, thrusting knob
of head against that source of light
down a channel smothering tight’
and the joy in:
‘A final push, a hearty cry,
one eye open, a glimpse of sky
and
‘I take great drafts of mother love’.
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Thanks so much, Kim. It was so fun to write, trying hard to remember what it was like. In the end I sorta felt like I was remembering. Oh the joys of poetic license. Then I lost half the poem and panicked. Finally it showed up in an earlier edit but I had to retype it. Now I’ll go read your British Kitchen Sink Drama…I appreciate your comment.
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What a fantastic write, Judy! Love this
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Fantastic is a view I will certianly accept with thanks, Paean.
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My pleasure. I really enjoyed it.
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Thanks, Paean. I didn’t know where I was going from line to line, but it was fun just following where the poem led me. It was like a bit of a birth in itself. Fun to write.
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That fun surely came through to the reader as well.
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Beautifully written
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Many thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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Beautifully written, Judy 💕🙂
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xoxoox Thanks, Harmony. Wouldn’t it be fun if we could remember our own birth?
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It sure would! 😁💖
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Love, love, love!!!
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Love, love, love your comment!
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