‘The Day of The Storm’ by lassfromlancashire

newborn baby 

I’m pleased to bring you the first entry into this month’s mini competition, courtesy of lassfromlancashire, with her very atmospheric poem.  I think the linking of the physical storm and the storm of giving birth works really well and I hope you also enjoy the piece.

The Day of the Storm

Morning, but the sky is darkening
Heavy clouds pregnant with rain.
I start at the sound of distant thunder
Blink as lightening flashes across the window.
Storm coming.
The first contraction hits with the first drops of rain,
Large heavy blobs of water,
Then a sudden gush as the waters break
And a desperate dash to the hospital
Dripping and panting,
Trailing muddy water along aseptic corridors
Contractions coming at ever closer intervals
Trying to recall the breathing techniques I learnt.
Midwife leans in to reassure me.
Thunder crashes, lightening flashes
“Can I push?”
“Not yet, dear.”
I gasp and groan
The lights go out.
Thunder crashes, lightening flashes
Have I been struck blind?
The emergency lights come on.
And you are born into a surreal world
Of dim lights and sudden flashes.
And we name you Thora
After the thunder god.

© Esme

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