Fetal- Tucked


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.

16 comments:

ThomG said...

Cool. This really brings the "miracle of birth" into a friendly read.

pia said...

It's beautiful and does sum up the miracle of birth

anthonynorth said...

Great words on birth. Enjoyed this.

Quiet Paths said...

I admire how your lovely images takes the reader on that fascinating journey. Great piece.

Life without Clots said...

it is a long wait if you have nothing to do...

sarah said...

So beautiful. I love your imagery.

Tumblewords: said...

Nifty use of prompt - it brings a memory to each reader...

gautami tripathy said...

Wonderful. I liked this so much.

timid embrace forces out dreary thoughts

blisshappens said...

great use of the words, I agree! tiny memories of mother's laughter, so sweet!

m said...

so lovely, I like the perspectives

Jeeves said...

Enjoyed this one.

Andy Sewina said...

Beautifully done!

Peter Dudley said...

love the fireworks and the entire first stanza

paisley said...

this is a beautiful piece michelle....

Greyscale Territory said...

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!

 odd facts said...

Lovely.