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The Mother Pearl @ the World's Center
O Mother I love you.
I lay inside your womb,
and you carried me with you.
When you climbed the stairs
I ascended within you.
When your body rested
under warm blankets
and you curled into sleep
I swam inside you,
safe in my fetal position
like the edible flesh of a nut
hidden inside its hard shell.
A piece of grit in an oyster's
husk initiates layers of cushion
to form an opalescent pearl,
translucent, shining, round or
almost round, a white that
emanates subtle colours.
Mother is a pearl, the moon
a gigantic night-pearl
that changes shape during
the dark hours, from day
to day rounding out, then
waning down; suspended
from time for nine months.
O Mother, O pearl, O moon.
Copyright by Carolyn Zonailo: www.carolynzonailo.com,
2009 |
