Catherine Poem by Sue Oxley

Catherine



The baby turns and moves towards the world
Her silvered, glinting, purple shrouded skin
Is caught in nets of fingers, twisted, thin,
That grasp and hold and pull her. Now unfurled
Her back less arched, her fingers open pearled,
The waters flow, as captured. she begins
To struggle airward from her months within
That oceanic salty underworld.
Shocked by light she screams her birthing cry,
A rosy glow flowing upwards through her face
As, skin to skin. she slithers round, to try
To swim to comfort, but trapped in the embrace
Of waiting arms, her water world passed through
She opens eyes, to stare at life made new.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem about my daughter's birth for a sonnet competition and was short listed, which was amazing. I love writing sonnets, they are so difficult and so rewarding to write.
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