A Sudden Stillness
She told it at family gatherings, until
I felt sure I remembered, too,
from some space between lifetimes--
my kicks inside her wet womb
before storytime with her first graders.
Once upon a time and I lay still,
listening to the tales unfold,
was stilled again as a newborn with colic,
pain carried away by the wings of once upon
into the late rainy nights.
Now, I know she was Mnemsyne, divine lover of Zeus;
I was her child-muse, gifted these sacred
stories yet to be scribed, my feet motionless,
my heartbeat a mere breath in the wind.
(This poem, too, was inspired by the challenge Robert Brewer threw out in this post in Poetic Asides. Thank you, Robert. My Muse needed some stirring up) I've honed the poem slightly since posting on Robert's site.