The waters break
as a life writ in water
is begun:
pain gathers
to a massive wave
and crashes down
then gathers again -
in thirty six hours
it will be done.
Stab and flare,
love's membrane
bursts its best,
as, betrayed by a kiss,
it splits
deliverance / a mother's bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvelous piece, Deborah! Thanks
Thanks x