Temple of Solace

From A Wintered Womb

Posted in Consolation, Renewal, Respite by Heather Blakey on April 1st, 2008
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From The Wintered Womb

Underneath the thrice ploughed, fertile, fallow field
Impregnated within a wintered, woven, womb
Of richly composted humus
I lay seeking sustenance, nourishment from
The oxygen filled wintered mist that
Drizzles, seeping, replenishing the amniotic fluids
That trickle through the membranous umbilical cord
Fertilizing, greening,
Ensuring a bountiful spring harvest.

Heather Blakey

6 Responses to 'From A Wintered Womb'

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  1. imogen88 said, on April 1st, 2008 at 1:47 pm

    Wonderful word images, Heather, on this vintage post.

  2. silent lotus said, on April 1st, 2008 at 11:47 pm

    Dear Heather

    Very intimate and rich in imagery.
    Nice poeming

    silent lotus

  3. espirit07 said, on April 2nd, 2008 at 12:41 pm

    Heather

    Wow! This poem moved me. I appreciate the way you capture stillness with imagery and words.

    Genece

  4. kvwordsmith said, on April 3rd, 2008 at 12:54 pm

    As a creative writing teacher once wrote on my homework, “Fecund with meaning!” (I had to look up ‘fecund’ & then could relax, knowing it was a compliment…).

  5. Raven TK said, on April 7th, 2008 at 2:09 pm

    exquisite imagery

  6. thalia said, on April 9th, 2008 at 8:10 pm

    Profound imagery even as I thrust my hands into the rich,loamy earth where winter has been assisting the compost of fall create more worms than rocks.

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