CHILDBIRTH

…
childbirth is the mother of adventures.
you hear of heavens, rocks and earths
getting split opened like the mouths of lovelorn soldiers roaring irate, vocalic grunts
on an harmattan-baked morning.

childbirth tells squeamish tales:
how the body shuts itself
into utter disharmony, yelling out in
arrhythmic intensities as stormy memories
invade the grey matter.
these memories - are memories that wander through deserts, drying lakes, pools of hemorrhage, scars, fantasy, anger, pain, violation and happiness.

the hips of a woman are maps
to the source of a universe.
little wonder why nature prefers
making them conduits for morning birds
to fly, tweet and welcome sunrise.

if you see a mother tending to her child, bow!
they are conveyors of a realm -
where blood, grit and moans first met
to create a new song:
a song… called Love.

...
Pat Ashinze.
Man. Writer. Clerisy.
Ilorin, Nigeria. 2018.

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RoyalRoy