Saturday, April 11, 2009

Botticelli's The Birth of Venus

It wasn't really like that, was it?
The ocean groaned and heaved in tidal suck and shove
while you floundered blind toward your first breath
and wailed when the cold air struck you.
Your mother rocked you in her arms--
once, too briefly--
then tucked you sleeping in a giant shell
and abandoned you on the doorstep of the land.

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5 comments:

Michelle Kafka said...

Quite musical. I can see someone being dumped out into the world.

deepteshpoetry said...

Nostalgic n moving.I'm from the poetry train.Visit me too.Pls do.

Neverending story said...

Yes I like your take on the birth of Venus, more down to earth!

Fledgling Poet said...

The words and mood were powerful and larger than life, just like Venus. You captured that perfectly. Great read!

gautami tripathy said...

Like the last line!

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