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If I were a Womb
by Alison McKenzieSacred seed, my door is open.
Pulse of my velvet nurture anticipates
Blood born of eternal cycles
For you, only for you.
I have shed my walls to bare,
Fertility’s richness set aside
To grow you, to cushion away
The commotion of the realms without.
I will stretch to embrace you,
Use all my strength for your protection,
Filter away the poison of your new world
To ensure your safe debut.
And when I must surrender
To your leave,
I will force you to emerge
In the gentle throes of accouchement.
When you are gone from me,
I will bleed to fade,
Returning, again, to the dimensions
Of your mother’s solidarity.
03/02/2009 Posted on 03/02/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/02/09 at 09:15 PM Really nice write Alison! Would that my own mother had felt this way. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/02/09 at 09:17 PM ...ahhh, gulp, ahhh a wonderous explosion of an/the "event" from a perspective that you allowed with that delightful choice o' words--is that good poetry?--and accouchement, onomatopoeia in cadence w/ the gestalt. mmmmagoodone girl. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/02/09 at 10:02 PM Great write! I agree with Geirge. Good job! |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/03/09 at 04:33 PM Alison, this poem is extremely beautiful and moving. It touches me deeply, even though I'm unable to do any of it. |
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