6.3.13

Her labour




























Her labour

Salty finger tips cling to aching wrist.
Pumping elbows,
hang from cliff hanger shoulders.

Taut chords strangle the hardened neck.
Delivering a weighty head
through brain blowing tedium.

Leaves tangle and soak her skin.
Cool on cheeks, all hot from google alerts.
Eyeballs tense and dry, wanting to weep.

But the heart says gently;
Only hours now, only minutes,
to flashing furzelight freedom!

And you will rise,
high into the layered mist.




For International Women's Day, March 8th, 2013





24 comments:

  1. Such lovely rods and a wonderful photo.

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  2. and she soared - beautiful - caroline

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  3. Such a beautiful poem. The strength of it gives me my own strength back. Now I think of it, that's as good a definition of poetry as any.

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    1. Love your definition of poetry, and I so am heartened by your reading of it, thank you:~))

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  4. Lovely poem, very evocative, very strong. Thank you for sharing it with us. Great photo of the heron - my favourite birds (except of course when they eat the fish in our pond). Philippa xx

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  5. Thank you Wendy! I live side by side with this beautiful creature, no pond, just a nearby lake!

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  6. Your words are so beautifully strung together, :-)

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    1. Anyes I really appreciate that today, thank you:~))

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  7. ~ Magnificent image and words ~

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    1. Kerri thank you so much, that means a lot to me:~)

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  8. Yes, still we labour too much. But sharing eases the burden and inspires others. Great processing on the image too.

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    1. Thanks Mairead, not being a photoshop user I have been beginning to consider how processing can bring another element to it all.....another learning curve!

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  9. Trust the unconscious mind. Whether it was about work..or about the more global concepts of liberation - it's beautiful!!!

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    1. Yes trust the unconscious mind.....that's about it.....and scorn the fear!!

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  10. Fabulous picture..."Eyeballs tense and dry, wanting to weep" describes many days of hard labour in my job

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    1. I know that Donna, I'm looking forward to you and your wings coming to rest on solid ground very soon, thank you:~)

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  11. Beautiful words, thank you, if poetry is words that stur then this is definitely poetry!

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  12. Impeccable post! The words ring true and are melded to the graceful and powerful image.

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    1. Thank you so much Deb, those words are ringing in my ears:~)

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  13. Love the image...Love the words...thanks for sharing your poetry and talent!

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