Poems & Essays

13 Aug

Birth Poem

General/Column 2 Responses

Now everything changes
Even the rain drains into a silence
Broken only by his hunger cries
Clear and blind
Lungs like butterfly wings open and close
Under the delicate skin of his chest
Under his father’s munificent palm
And press to the ancient psalm of your breast
His fists, his feet, still wild
Swim as they did within you
Reach back like vines
Your body accepts and accepts
The milk is his mother
The milk is the other world
Still curling you together
And he won’t let go
Not even in sleep
So deep is the fusion of blood
So strong is the silk of grace
So steady the sea that formed
The pearl of his face

 

 

 

Elizabeth Jane Whittington has published poetry and fiction in journals such as Adirondack Review, Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, Black Fox Literary Magazine, Kaliope: A Journal of Women’s Art, Margie: The American Journal of Poetry, Lungfish Review, and English Journal. She lives in New Hampshire and has two grown children

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  1. Monica Flegg

    August 13, 2018 at 2:04 pm

    This poem is strikingly beautiful! Thank you!

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  2. Ann V. Klotz

    August 14, 2018 at 11:03 am

    exquisite–thank you.

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