Mother

Posted on by George Tsakraklides

I was born in your abyss,
along with many other creatures.

We huddled in your translucent blanket,
sheltering in the darkness,
thriving in suspended incubation.

Oblivious to the threats outside,
we had you to protect us.
Always ready to become a martyr,
throw yourself on the rocks,
the crushing sound of your body our lullaby.

And we grew,
And we grew.
And when we reached the surface,
we forgot about you.

George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books

2 thoughts on “Mother”

  2. A great poem. Yes, we thought we could grow into the sky without crashing.And how blessed your human mother is to have a son with a concept of mother like that, (Tell her!) Off topic comment below, or is it?

    KITE “Two roads diverged in a ….”

    dedicated to George and Greece

    I
    strong winds, nevertheless rushing
    to reach the sun
    blinded to its trajectory chartering
    unchartered territory
    hybris
    crashing Icarus into hard rocks
    Prometheus weeping
    punishment: bagged up till
    understanding

    II
    waiting for gentle yet decisive winds,
    slow ascent in spiraling circles,
    taking the time
    to take in the beauty
    of the lingering morning clouds
    and the sunshine rippling on the waves
    and the inner child’s laughter
    and the silence.
    meeting unchartered territory.
    curiosity and reflection.
    soft landing.
    ready to put its roots
    into the newly found terrain.
    Gaia smiling.

    by Kassandra Antigone

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