Epiphany

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sat, 03 Jan 2015
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Epiphany
 
And here she is...just two minutes old;
seeing her, like falling in love
all over again.
 
Little did she realise it then, she’d left
her exclusive, silent world for good; 
 
silent but for the thrum 
of the drum-beat of life
she’d grown used to
for the last nine months...
 
that this world, she must share with others  -
more treacherous than she could possibly
have known
 
 eyes – closed in dreams as they laid her in my arms, 
for the very first time.
 
The noises...the voices the drone of machines –
all ceased, while she nuzzled at my breast
and my heart drank her in
 
and by her cot calla lilies shed their petals...
ambergris and red.
 
Tell me she’s not really gone...the air – static, 
shimmering, electric with escape,
glittering...
 
as the slit caul through which she slipped
on being born.
 
 
 
 
 
Certificate PG
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual
Love
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Comments

Submitted by catherine poarch on

There seem so many similarities between birth and death. I always find that comforting, to be honest. This is a beautiful poem. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, catherine.  Such an astute observation I couldn't agree more with, on every count.

Pleased it struck a chord with you.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

… but as you said, it is the space between that is full of good memories. Here the beginning, so beautifully described, and such pleasure, and seen now as the beginning of a full life, despite all the hardships, and the agony of parting. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Rhiannon...suffice to say, thank you.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Beautiful, affecting poem.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Bee...no end.

Tina

 

Submitted by scratch on

I've said it before - excellence as standard.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ta, ever so, scratchsmiley