Friday, August 31, 2012

Mother Wolf

Whimpering wet against my belly,
searching, suckling blind,
you are deaf to my mother song -

the song
that rises from the deepest heat of my belly,
and drifts, gentle, into the sacred blind

of snow and ice, the savage blind
of slow death. I sing the mother song
to silence the growling of an empty belly -

the belly that shiver shelters you - whimpering wet, suckling blind, and deaf to my mother song.

An arctic tritina for Real Toads and dVerse.

23 comments:

Mary said...

This is VERY poignant, MZ.

Hannah said...

Waves of goosebumps Mama Zen!! Wow...this is truly a work of art...you really bring such sensation with your words. Heartbreaking. Thank you for rising to the challenge and writing this, well done!

Susan said...

ohhhhh. ohhhhh. So young! Just detached! and now here is "the sacred blind" "the savage blind" Oh the heartbreak of shelter being all Mom has to give. You are a poet of beauteous rage.

Laurie Kolp said...

I love this... especially the first stanza and its final line.

Peggy said...

Neat one Mama Zen. Very stark and real like the environment in those cold distant places.

Brian Miller said...

heavy piece mz...the empty belly, be it mom or her kid is very sad for me, though it happens often..you really packed this one with feeling...and nicely done to form too..

hedgewitch said...

Painful, and so true--the song of the wild has many harsh notes and difficult verses as it sings life, hardship, survival and loss. I like the freedom you brought to the form--enough to underline the wildness without losing the force.

Semaphore said...

Wonderfully, beautifully done - the tritina is from the beginning a musical form, but with this poem, this theme, this treatment you wring the most incredible notes from the song.

Fred Rutherford said...

Very cool MZ. The motherly instincts of animals is always something that has fascinated me, and the way it is used here, can be seen on face value, or as an incredible metaphor. Such an excellent tritina.

Kerry O'Connor said...

How beautifully evocative this is of the wildest side of motherhood. It's a pieta in the making.

Fireblossom said...

I read this last night and again this morning, and I still can't decide which one is going hungry, here.

Gemma Wiseman said...

A mother song with such a painful, haunting, tragic melody! Beautiful!

ayala said...

Sad and tragic.. excellent write .

Mimi Foxmorton said...

So, so beautiful.........

Grandmother said...

To make us feel this wolf experience is such a gift, links us, as truly we are. Powerful.

Teresa said...

Truly touching. Such a tragic song.

happygirl said...

heartwrenching sadness only a mother can know. It feels desperate.

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

I love that third stanza opening with of snow and ice. I felt the chill. But i felt the tender of the song as well. Great writing, mz
Rick

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Sheila said...

this reminds me that basic needs have to be met - even a mother's song cannot fill a belly.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This poem is so good it hurts. My heart breaks for hungry animals. The other night we had a bear at our recycling, trying to find food. A bear hungry at this time of year does not bode well for how he'll fare thru the winter. We're hearing stories of starving cougar and wolves too. It simply breaks my heart, as did this poem. Your poem has the terrible impact that true hunger has.

ds said...

Beautiful and brilliant. Thank you.

my heart's love songs said...

stunning!

and in form besides!