Simply the way it was (Eclipse of sorts)
Simply the way it was (Eclipse of sorts)
At a certain point, she even felt the trees longing
to hold the child she carried,
the sky scrying to espy
the color of his eyes;
all of Nature, she felt sure,
yearned with her
to meet him,
though after he was born,
she kept him close as bark
for some time, letting not wind nor glare make
their acquaintance, any leaving
out of the question,
and whether Nature was peeved
was too complicated a thing
for her to think about, there with the new son
at her side.
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For a prompt by the wonderful Kerry O’ Connor on Real Toads to write about a simple thing. I should note that this poem is imagined–not meant to express anything about boy or girl babies–I’ve only been thinking about the sun a bit what with the eclipse.
Drawing is mine–pastels and charcoal on paper, 2017. All rights reserved.
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ManicDDaily 
August 20, 2017 at 9:44 pm
A sweet poem. We are looking forward to the eclipse Monday in the US
August 20, 2017 at 10:26 pm
This is a ‘nature baby’ we are sure.
Selfish mother is going to renege?
Your tree drawing is about as twisted as the poem.
Nice k, reading and untangling it.
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August 20, 2017 at 11:23 pm
I love the trees longing to hold her unborn baby. Very cool.
August 21, 2017 at 1:17 am
I love the opening lines and especially:
‘she kept him close as bark
for some time, letting not wind nor glare make
their acquaintance’.
A beautiful way to describe the protectiveness of a new mother.
August 21, 2017 at 4:23 am
Now now, share with nature what nature doth yearns … Its great to read this manger scene from inside a child’s protective grasp, the one who is still learning to trust and share.
August 21, 2017 at 7:54 am
Ah yes, that’s a special moment, when he is wholly hers!
August 21, 2017 at 9:56 am
Some ideas came together as I read: the trees and their leaves, the woman and child, the sun and the new day.. uncomplicated but essential parts of the whole.
August 21, 2017 at 12:06 pm
This is exquisite!
August 21, 2017 at 2:29 pm
I read the child more as a metaphor… our babies are our ideas. Love the connection to trees as well. Wonderful poetry.
August 22, 2017 at 12:12 am
Beautiful ….
August 22, 2017 at 2:45 am
Beautiful and evocative, a gorgeous poem k. x
August 22, 2017 at 5:45 am
Your words are gentle and beautiful. (They feel like the beginning of a wonderful story – I want more!)
Anna :o]
August 24, 2017 at 2:23 pm
This is absolutely gorgeous!💘
August 24, 2017 at 9:21 pm
Protective – that word comes to mind … and fearful. Interesting poem that leaves me with a lot of questions. It’s almost like a prologue to a story…