Little sound that sings in the mother's cells,
tumult of tiny bells,
communicates subliminal signals
only she can hear,
as over supple fields of skin
plays the ultramarine sea-wind,
energy-particles of sun
dance their way to the child within,
waves break over her one by one,
inscribing glimmering salt on limbs,
subtler than the Milky Way
rendered invisible by day,
their seawater-saline cradling her
like brine in which the baby swims,
and a murmured name in the world's vast ear
reveals the time of birth is near...
Mother and child
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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