Giddy, rosy cheeked and ripe with child.
She laughs, cries, sings,
As if she carried the entire universe within her womb.
Slender feminine fingers
Caress the orb that is a child,
Loving and being loved.
Soft tender-hearted mama Nursing a sweet downy babe,
Face baptized in pain, reborn in mother-love.
(This poem was originally published by me on Poetry.com and then chosen to be published in Poetry.com’s yearbook. I’ve never seen it, but they tell me it’s there.)
Cedar scented salt air pulsates through me like liquid energy
I become wholly changed
As if the air were my true food and I had been starving
Flesh heart pulled by invisible strings
Attached to a spirit heart unseen.
Invisible, enfolding arms
Father the longing child.
These are poems that I wrote when I was twelve years old. I included it in a writing assignment called the “Me Book” written when I was 16. I recently pulled it out to show to my kids and thought it would be fun to post them:
Silence in the wood
A silence the wind can blow
With me there is peace
Soaring above the treetops,
The very image of grace.
Suddenly, sharply, diving, diving,
Legs reaching, feathers flipping,
Talons spread, closing over prey.