Archive for November 23, 2018

My Mother’s Pregnancy

Posted in Uncategorized on November 23, 2018 by antonyowen

 

brown and blue bird on body of water closeup photography

Photo by Monique Laats on Pexels.com

 

I think of you in the Rhyl grey sky

pressing thread veins from your thighs

inside I was knotted into the calm audio

breaking through water like a kingfisher feeding.

 

I think of you watching kelp waves thickly falling

My Dad and you hugging it out stretching his cardigan

he was fretting about money, and you worried about me

what if I was like winter arriving too early and cold?

 

When I was born a smoke cloud came and went

they doused me in flannelette, you held me like silk

we are perfect in a single moment then never again

I was raised in a nicotine mist and working mans fog.

 

I think of my Mother missing her Mother long gone

it is time to stop living in Tru-print coloured photographs,

my mother is getting older to the point of bending like polaroids.

It is time to gather the bones of my Mothers pregnancy and

say what I shall not say “you were the kingfisher, starved”.