The clock ticked and a red needle jumped from south to north,
The tidal wave was swelling,
turgid waters raged and roared upwards with an all engulfing fury,
a dark wall rose a hundred feet poised to strike like an angry serpent,
waves lashed out mercilessly,
walls turned red and time stopped.
Then amazingly it was receding; the fury reigned in
but all too soon, dark clouds formed a black canopy blotting out the azure,
waters rose yet again; angrier than never before
ripping apart sanity and hope like matchsticks.
Screams sounded from somewhere afar,
Hands clutching and groping in mindless fear
And then suddenly, a tiny light flickered hesitantly
Growing steadier;sheltered with gentle hands
beads of sweat lined the forehead and a tired body sagged with relief.
Moist eyes opened to a tiny life,
It was a labor of love and I was a mom.
I wrote this piece after I had my child. ‘Pain’ had acquired a new dimension and it was, as though, I was reborn after a catharsis.
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so u r a poet too!! a true gemini 🙂
Intense stuff 🙂
At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone. (Boris Pasternak)
A second read after a while usually brings out the rough edges which are missed in the first read. Not so for this poem…The poem still goes straight to the heart and is bang on, the same way it had felt when i had read it the first time
Good one.
wonderfully woven…