Fetal- Tucked
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Naquillity
at
12:30 PM
embraced in amniotic fluid
you formed tiny memories
of a mother’s laughter
and a father’s ear acting as
stethoscope against my swelled belly.
you grew viably in a dreary,
black room, fetal-tucked
for nine month’s
waiting to see first signs of
ambient light.
fireworks stung the sky: bruised,
making you timid about your arrival.
when you finally crawled to
the white light I noticed your forehead
was the color of midnight.
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16 comments:
Cool. This really brings the "miracle of birth" into a friendly read.
It's beautiful and does sum up the miracle of birth
Great words on birth. Enjoyed this.
I admire how your lovely images takes the reader on that fascinating journey. Great piece.
it is a long wait if you have nothing to do...
So beautiful. I love your imagery.
Nifty use of prompt - it brings a memory to each reader...
Wonderful. I liked this so much.
timid embrace forces out dreary thoughts
great use of the words, I agree! tiny memories of mother's laughter, so sweet!
so lovely, I like the perspectives
Enjoyed this one.
Beautifully done!
love the fireworks and the entire first stanza
this is a beautiful piece michelle....
Words flow just like the undulating amniotic fluid, but, for me, the "colour of midnight" seems to suggest a kind of warning. For light to be there in life there must be a corresponding darkness to exist. A very enigmatic final thought!
Lovely.
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