MOTHER, MATRIARCHITECT
her body
was my first home,
my life was built there
bone by bone
curling small
I swayed inside,
in her embrace
I never cried
slowly growing
limb by limb,
finger, fibula,
eyebrow, chin
she crafted me
from flesh and blood,
an artist's finest
sculpting mud
in fertile loam
a seed was sown,
my life was built there
bone by bone
in that moist womb
I safely moored
until the cutting
of the cord
© 2010 Michele Krueger. All rights reserved.
Kenn Nesbitt has challenged us to write poems for our mothers this month. Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our October 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, October 28th, and one lucky participant will win an autographed copy of Kenn's delightful new anthology, forthcoming from Little, Brown Books for Young Readers on November 1, 2016:
You sure know how to build a poem, Michele! This is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Diane and Michelle. My mom sure knew how to build me!
ReplyDeleteWell done! I especially like the bone by bone refrain
ReplyDeleteThanks, Buffy. I enjoyed your poem too.
DeleteWell crafted!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I enjoyed your poignant poem as well, BJ.
DeleteCleverly constructed, word by word. Brava, Michele! =)
ReplyDeleteThanks! Nice meeting you at PC!
DeleteOutstanding!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Matt!
DeleteThis is really an interesting take on this month's challenge. Well done, Michele!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosi.
ReplyDeleteI love this line "an artist's finest sculpting mud
ReplyDeletein fertile loam" thank you for sharing