I took nothing
of a definite sort
luring me to rest, and
It went on blowing
Whole of fearful nights
I kept my child, safe
Warmth of my womb
The only safety floating inside, that
he must not see outside –
The gallow of the darker nights
What hanker it cries
Outside; whirling.
It was all bricks and mortar
Birthing a new death, and
I took to a leafy flight
Wonderful expression of mothers instincts
An engaging poem that speaks on different levels.
Brilliant work.
Such a beautiful poem!
“I kept my child, safe
Warmth of my womb
The only safety floating inside, that
he must not see outside –
The gallow of the darker nights”- it remindes me one of Nissim Ezekiel’s poems, entitled ‘ The Night of the Scorpion’.
“My mother only said
Thank God the scorpion picked on me
And spared my children.”