This came to mind when I looked at the painting, "Madonna and Child--In the Storm of Creation," painted by Olga Polunin.
Thunder mutters a curse in a threatening tone, The turgid air is thickly scented with ozone, Purple clouds gather, see a mother lying prone, Her pregnant belly spasms, she sobs with a moan,
She was trying to reach shelter before the rain, That was before she began to have labor pains, The start of the contractions could not be contained, How long she's labored, it's too hard to ascertain,
Lightning dances in the laboring mother's eyes, She screams her agonies to the burgeoning skies, They increase in volume, to a roar from a sigh, The baby bursts forth from between its mother's thighs,
The first thing Baby sees is a streak of pure light, Baby reaches for it, mesmerized by the sight, Thunder tickles his tummy, he laughs in delight, This, the Storm Child, has absolutely no fright.
Karla:
This is an awesome write... You never cease to amaze me...
God Bless
Michelle
Reviewed by Cynthia Castle (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2004
When lightning strikes, it lights up your fingers, Dear Poet! ...This is simply astounding, Karla! ...Brilliant!!! ...both the painting and the poem!
Cynthia
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2004
WOW!!! Absolutely stunning, Poet!!! Whatever you have been eating lately, has truly propelled you into another dimension with your incredible timeless writings lately!!! Thank you for sharing it.
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2004
How cool is this? VERY- this was astonishingly well-written, and that picture is incredible as well.
Karla--
I've never experienced childbirth, but you surely gave me some vivid images. I liked this very much, and I too enjoy the last stanza the most. Great job! sandy
This is absolutely fantabulous writing! AWESOME job on this; enjoyed so much! Loved the imagery in this; you keep getting better and better at your writings! Keep up the great work, Karla!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
No labor pain here. A beautiful poem is birthed from a labor of love.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2004
This is fantastic inspiration you receive the art is so beautiful.
Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2004
I know someone with a storm child. :) Storm children are also bundles of joy, who bring light and laughter into the world. Excellent poem, Karla. Love, Alex
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poem to go with picture too!
I could see everything happening while
reading the lines!
Awesome work!
Love from India - Joel -
This is an awesome write... You never cease to amaze me...
God Bless
Michelle
Cynthia
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A delight to read Karla
Peter Paton
I've never experienced childbirth, but you surely gave me some vivid images. I liked this very much, and I too enjoy the last stanza the most. Great job! sandy
piece that enhances the painting. You really elevate yourself
with this one poet!!!
This is absolutely fantabulous writing! AWESOME job on this; enjoyed so much! Loved the imagery in this; you keep getting better and better at your writings! Keep up the great work, Karla!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
this is a good effort.
I like the last stanza best.
Love the pix
john+