Hello Escritori,
I am slowly becoming a “baby person”. This seems to be a slower process that being a “cat person” or a “dog person”, and I am ready for women who are mothers to be up in arms about this poem for being overly romantic and inauthentic because I have not had a child: but I wrote it anyway.
REMINDER that I will be very rarely on the blog during Ramadan and may not be likely to respond to any comments posted. Thank you for your patience.
Pax Materna
It is as simple as this:
We have decided to take half my heart
And half of yours
Whether one is akin to a bird in a cage
And the other a sparking flint
Or a luscious pomegranate
We have decided to fuse it
By some alchemy
In another body,
altogether.
Our heart, now a strange
Submarine wing-beat,
A pulse.
Inside me, with little feet.
Although now it has feet
And a heart, it can just as easily
Run away, as soon as it has learned how.
Independent flight
Is indeed the right
Of this bizarre
Temporarily amphibious creature.
But for now I must
Lull it on waves of
Debussy’s water-music
Ensuring that nothing
Will ever distress
The solemnity
of its breathing rest.
(© Copyright Pola Negri, 23/05/2017.)
I can’t call myself a mother or a “baby person” but I thought your poem was beautiful all the same! There is a certain romance to creating a new life that I think you’ve captured perfectly. Ramadan Mubarak!
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Thank you B! I’ve just written another one, hence why I’m here. Spiriting myself away again.
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