On Writing

Poem 129 – in every woman, a mother

in every woman, a mother a woman lovesimmaculateher womb holds lifeconceived in the gloriesof generations pastin unity with her ownextraordinary magic beyond the woundsfrom yesterday’s villainsa woman leaps – flailing gracefullyinto the open mouthof labour’s bulging face she chooses birthon the sun-lifted dawnof each fresh daybelly hard withhope or human or both a woman is… Continue reading Poem 129 – in every woman, a mother