The Embryo
I swelled
your breasts
with tenderness-
caused you to
rest mid-afternoon.
I was your escort
to the ladies’ room,
the heartburn,
the cravings,
the sensitivity
of your smells,
the pink flesh swinging
on your moods,
pounding on your scale.
I was the tiny cells
protected by your womb.
I loved you too soon.
Naïve blood streamed
to my unsuspecting
tomb less shell.
Every time the wind blows
my breath shall curdle
in your ear
Mommy…
as I pick
wild daisies
near shadowed
mountain peaks
and with nature’s
lullabies
cajole myself
to sleep.
Shawn R. Jones
Reprinted from Womb Rain
(Finishing Line Press, 2008)
Happy New Year, Shawn! Honestly, this poem starts my morning (very early now) in a pleasant way. The words used are so effective and poetic in themselves I had to read a couple of times more before commenting. The cover design of your book and its eye catching title make me dream of getting one someday. Thanks for sharing it with your readers.
Thank you so much, Uzoma. Your comment is so detailed and very encouraging! I love reading this one aloud. I become the embryo. lol
Happy New Year Shawn and this is a blast! I love the poem. Love to you and yours-:)
Aw…thank you so much, Seyi!!! Love to you and yours also : )
Love this
Thank you : )
Now i understand half the title of this book, i.e. the womb. What’s the rain part of it. I’m going to get my copy of this book soon, i’ll take a picture and blog that i’ve a copy. You just watch. Happy new year.
Rain is any liquid that flows from a woman, including tears. I can’t wait to see that photo. I will post it on my website also, with your permission : ) Happy New Year!!!
This poem is not written straight down. You intended that it look like a pregnant woman, init?
Yes, the poem is pregnant lol