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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Needing A Cradle

Purring
 at the moon, she sits
declawed and  robbed of a
womb. Watching a family tree
hobble  into  eternity  without
her genetic twig brings grief, but
oddly enough, relief. There are
too many motherless children
needing the cradle
of her
arms
t o
fret
about
genealogy.
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©Susie Clevenger 2014


15 comments :

Kay L. Davies said...

Wonderful, Susie, and ever so true. I see bits of myself in my family, in my nieces and nephews, and in their children, too. Genealogy has been satisfied without my contribution, and I'm pleased.
Luv, K

Kerry O'Connor said...

"declawed and robbed of a womb"

Those words must strike at the heart, so indicative of infertility. It makes me think of the plants now engineered without seeds, so our fruit will be easier to eat, and animals that are neutered, as well as the heartache of women who are unable to bear children. This is a very moving poem, and the colour and shape add a vibrance to the words.

grapeling said...

well done, Susie. I'm still trying to figure out if I can do this prompt ~

Sumana Roy said...

sad yet beautiful and peaceful...
and love the life givin tree...

Grace said...

What a lovely & meaningful shape ~ I love the take from grieving womb to cradle of arms ~

jo-hanna said...

I'm afraid the sentiment and words of this poem far outstrip the form. Can't conceive of a form that would be good enough to do it honour.

aspiritofsimplicity said...

this is great. She seems content

Gillena Cox said...

Happy Easter

much love...

Mama Zen said...

This is SO good!

hedgewitch said...

This is such a complete circle, Susie--complete in itself as a feeling a progression and a lesson, and as a shape poem on top of all that. Just beautiful.

manicddaily said...

This is lovely, Susie, and there is something pretty cool about having the tree image with the cradle--the family tree, but also I am thinking of rockaby baby. Thanks. k.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Poignant and strong.......I love the reference to the many children in need of cradles...and love.......

Margaret said...

This longing and acceptance in this poem is so finely balanced … it reminds me of a novel I once read of a woman who almost destroyed her life, her marriage for want of children - finally opened her heart and arms to children of all ages who needed her …

Just an amazing poem and the shape is nice too.

Hannah said...

Gorgeous shape and meaning, Susie...way to bring it in poignantly, Susie...well done!

Wordifull Melanie said...

Beautiful write in meaning and form. Loss and acceptance conveyed with grace.

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