An invisible hurricane
of estrogenic breeze
blows into the hallway
inviting those who dare to enter.
Spouses, husbands
bow down subconsciously
alert to female superiority.
Bracelets on slim wrists
jingle and jangle.
Quiet whispers are exchanged.
Hint of jasmine lingers.
A giggle exorcises the demons.
Flash of red nail polish,
a hussy with a belly full.
Round, soft, resigned.
Strange tastes in the mouth.
Skin’s nuanced lines
in dark colours.
Only she can see
what’s ahead and where it ends
on a black and white, grainy screen.
Bangles chatter, rings claim:
“mother of my child”.
Women sigh
lifting themselves
from uncomfortable chairs.
Rubbing bellies.
Feeling the shine of life
upon their risk and brevity.
Sudden importance delights!
The love held by a single cord.
A kick and a silence in darkness.
You never know…
They look at one another
for maternal fear blooms.
Together yet strangers
familiar in gender predicaments.
In the waiting room.
LTW ’21
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Steffi Green
March 9, 2022 at 7:03 amHeart touching poem
Sophie Carlo
March 9, 2022 at 7:01 amSoulful words and lovely poem
Chrys
February 19, 2022 at 10:43 amWow. The imagery and power in this poem is everything.
lisa
February 23, 2022 at 5:10 pmThank you so much, Chrys. 🙂
Marie Kléber
December 14, 2021 at 9:20 amThis is such a heart-touching and beautiful poem Lisa. Mothers stories are not all the same and yet we can feel the one thing that linked them together through your lines.
Well done on the drawing as well!
Take care. xoxo
Lisa thomson
December 16, 2021 at 3:55 amThank you so much, Marie. Yes, pregnancy connects women brings us together. Take care and keep writing your beautiful poems.
Tamara
December 14, 2021 at 7:29 amWOW. I’m really feeling this having done it.. not so long ago.. and to not be so far from being there again. WOW, again.
lisa
December 15, 2021 at 9:59 amYes. I thought of you when I published this, Tamara. It’s a WOW time for expectant moms, like yourself. 🙂
Jeff
December 12, 2021 at 4:22 pmWonderful poem capturing the excitement and fear at brith… Maybe you could also add something about being tired (that’s mostly what I remembered after being there for almost 24 hours)!.
lisa
December 12, 2021 at 6:03 pm🙂 Oh, indeed the wait during the birth. That’s a whole different poem but your point is well taken, Jeff. Thanks for reading and commenting. Always nice to see you.
DGKaye
December 12, 2021 at 1:10 pmBreathtaking poetry Lis. Beautifully evoked in both prose and the complementing artwork. <3
lisa
December 12, 2021 at 1:50 pmDeb, thank you so much for your praise. Yours means the world. <3 hugs.
Balroop Singh
December 12, 2021 at 8:55 amWow! Beautifully told story of mothers to be Lisa! I love your choice of words… the first line took my breath away. Waiting at such a moment is tiresome but you have made the memorable moments so loving and wondrous. Well done dear friend. Your poetry is fabulous.
lisa
December 12, 2021 at 12:21 pmBalroop, thank you so much! Your words have warmed my heart. Yours is high praise coming from an accomplished poet! <3 <3 <3