Birth On Canvas

The canvas, open thighed

with birthing pains begs

my brush to be its midwife.

Inadequate but inspired

I deliver the newborn

with strokes of paint

across pallor’s cheek.

Rooted in burnt umber,

a trunk sprouts leaves of gold

and peach nippled fruit.

When my muse speaks

it is finished, I feel relief,

but in this brief respite

I hear the first moans

calling from another womb.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Fireblossom provided the beautiful art of Seraphine Louis as inspiration for our poetry. Fireblossom Friday ~ Seraphine Louis