Saturday, February 11, 2006

uncharted lands ...

The sea stretches and undulates her currents
like a giant serpent. Over darkened water
the tang and scent of apricots, exhaled
from beneath a woman’s veil, paints her echo
against the lap of wind among tides.

News of her death was sudden.
Her children had scant time to mourn
before rattling the cold dusty pebbles
of her bones down a funnel
into the earth.

How the land paces the shore now,
bereft of footfall, sand marked
only by the braided trail of a turtle
who, having spewed her pearl eggs,
waddles back to glide through starlit weed,

her children left to birth themselves
and brave gulls unprotected as they erupt
from their living grave and scramble seaward.

All mothers must leave -
choose their time to leave.

6 comments:

JC said...

really good poem. i marvel at how textured your poems are, and at the same time have so much space in them..i think they open out wonderfully.

Michelle M. Buchanan said...

Love the turtles pearl eggs, some great images in this. All mothers must leave...love the closing on this too.

Birdie said...

Rae, this is elegant and thoughtful. I love it.

luc u! said...

God. that is beautiful.

Pris said...

Don't take off the end. That really brought it home for me. Beautifully written!

luc u! said...

i like it just like it is. the last two lines are very powerful. to me.