A Poem for Mother

When my mom read my book, this was the first poem in it. she asked me if it was about her, and I laughed.

The ripe smell of new birth and old mother coalescing

Her too thin hips and jaundiced skin, Dali beautiful

Screaming for me to write her a poem in scarlet strokes

Using the freshly pooling placenta at the foot of grandmas velvet chair

As inspiration.........it's Mother's Day

Plucking adjectives with confused forceps, blinking away tears

Too many modifiers, slapping me for my fool wordiness

Cherub face swollen, sketching too big letters with umbilical stubs

Watching the cigarette butt smolder in the once nourishing mass

Writing of fires set brazenly by children with unhealthy respect

"You are less of a poet than you are a man"

Tis' true

"Now fetch my wine and a breast pump"

No breast feeding

"And hope that your life is short dear boy"

Hallelujah Amen

"Be thankful you are not your father's son"

Author's Note

Yeah.....

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Itsnt it odd how our minds translate things out! You asked me about that "thang"...this is that kinda "thang"! I think it's cause we just dont know where to place them or what to call them....

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Once out - can't put back in - so we have to make the most of it! Mother's little helper (or hindrance) depending on the moment - but Mom's are always there for us come whatever …… nice write …. love the metaphoric wordplay - kudos my friend - :-)

[Crowley]

Thanks man!!! I appreciate it!

[barleygirl]

Your poem is very "out there" & I barely know what I can possibly cough up to make a coherent comment when I've never heard such twisted sentiments written about the sacred cow of all writing topics. However I very much love it when someone has the grist to stomp across norms becuz I truly yawn at the typical "mom" gushing one finds in poems. Despite the lovely lacy mom poems usually written, this might be the most difficult of all relationships for many people. I love your intertwining metaphors of writing & birthing . . . reminiscent of one of the best extended metaphor crafters on this website, Jacob (not that you're not also a top-notch extended metaphor riffer, but it's Jacob's main style of writing). There are some truly well-crafted phrases here, particularly wordplay & also those with a splash of derisive irony. Always love reading you (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Crowley]

Ha.....yeah this is a strange one. I was trying to mesh the way the muse can sometimes become a mother figure rather than a lover figure. Cigarette smoking, faux sophistication, one breast hanging out after three gin martinis....lol. Thanks for the read!!!

[barleygirl]

This is why I never had kids. I would probably BE this mom! *smile*

[Rapturecapture]

Wow...loved your use of words in this wonderful write, A poem for mother thank you for sharing!

[Crowley]

Thanks for coming by, I appreciate it!!

[sette]

the unusual relationship between mother and son always fascinates me, a man who is believed to be close with his mother is believed to be a good man and maybe that is the mystique behind this kind of relationship,

[Crowley]

Thanks for the read....and I guess it depends on the mother and the man....lol.

[sette]

so true so true