What could be more appropriate to hygge than the womb? It’s surely the hyggekrog we all wish subliminally to return to, where we were warm and cosy, could dream our own dreams while hearing the sound of the world through a soft wall, with all our food delivered.
I’m joy-struck, dumb,
not numb, wee bun.
I couldn’t be fonder of you,
wandering sun of her
drumming the tum of her,
more than the sum
of her and him.
Wee dove, wee chicken,
wee bun in the oven,
they haven’t a clue,
in the world how you
will sing them a song
that they never knew,
that they never sang
till they sing it to you.
O, you’ll have the run
of them soon, wee bun,
soon, when they cling to you,
drink in the skin of you,
soon, when you come,
wee bun, come new to them,
come to them soon,
wee bun, new kin to them.
First published in Magma 58 March 2014
Describing to my daughter how it feels when her baby quickens
Over and over, you ask yourself if
that’s it, or that …?
a feather might’ve touched you
but perhaps it was a digestive juice…
It feels like your imagination at work
but maybe it’s an intelligence …
Is it something you’ve swallowed?
Or are you just feeling nervous?
From inside a finger is stroking you
or a toe is reaching out to you
filling its universe of your interior space –
already a future tense has begun,
so close to your heart
you know its beat is being heard –
your insides, your bones and sinews
are containing a presence,
so closely enwrapped together
but not yet feeling like touch.
We were spies on her world –
her safe house of skin. She
was etched in silver: moving, human.
She swam in a booming cave,
fathoms down. Heavy rope mooring her.
Round face, round eyes, ooh of mouth.
Gingerbread baby, currant eyes.
At home, I twist wool around needles,
craft garments, every stitch a wish.
First published in Dandelions for Mothers’ Day (Stride 1988) and reprinted in Letting Go (Mother’s Milk Books)
A note on today’s artwork: The artist’s website is here: https://marijasmits.wordpress.com/
This picture is one of several made into cards and on sale at http://www.mothersmilkbooks.com/index.php/shop
The Mother’s Milk Books poetry and prose competition closes today (31st January 2017) and the entry fee is a purchase from the website.