My Mother’s Name
By onemorething
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Maternity is not a myth,
despite experience, despite
Leto, adrift on an island,
transforming its inhabitants
into frogs. My mother's name
is foreign to my lips -
I have rarely felt its sound
form from synapse to tongue.
It is strange that what should be
familiar is unused, and I remember
the first evening that she told me
she did not love me; without
why or when, to suddenly become
the cuckoo in your own nest.
It was like drowning, and since,
I cannot help but imagine people
stood on bridges, bent over rivers,
at a crossroads of passages
in the contemplation of the unnatural,
where everything might change -
from breathing to not,
to wear the water like satin.
Image is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Latona_And_The_Frogs_by_Francesco_Trevisani.jpg
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An honest and expressive
An honest and expressive admission of the emotive issue of a mother and a daughter who feels unloved that can irrevocably sever the relationship between the two.
A not uncommon situation with which different generations are faced not just in relation to the mother but both parents.
This was characterised by the often-quoted line by Philip Larkin from his poem: “This be the verse”, 'They fuck you up, your mum and dad'.
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The fact that you can take
The fact that you can take something so traumatic and turn it into a thing of such beauty says so much about your power as a writer and a person. Thanks for sharing it, Rachel.
And as both someone's child and someone's parent, I've always thought Philip Larkin was absolutely spot on.
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I'm glad you didn't lurk in
I'm glad you didn't lurk in metaphor onemorething. Deceptively simple, your poem is a treasure of considered wisdom and emotion. Louise Gluck's later, intensely personal poems came to mind. Great writing!
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This is really striking and
This is really striking and quite apt for forthcoming mother's day nonsense. It's so hard for me to imagine this but it's happened to a couple of my friends and it's always with them. Your poem is an eloquent, sharp and moving. I love the last line.
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I read this and it made me
I read this and it made me think of "Long Lost Family" as I've watched a few recently. The one thing that came up over and over again is that children parted from birth families just needed to know if they were wanted. That missing knowedge affected people over many decades and was a massive relief when they were reunited and told that they were loved after all. It's a primeval emotion hard-wired into all of us. Brave of you to express this and I have no doubt it will resonate with many reading.
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