I had been to birth two nights now:
First the womb poured pink silver
over the mountain breasts
and silent dark-watered thighs.
Another one more moody coming
threw blue arms wild up the sky.
While into sudden perfect creation I wake
and wait a thousand various offspring
Mother, how you dawn in me this morning.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Sylvia Ashby began sending out poetry last year, after seeing her short memoir online; by now she has several dozen pieces out or forthcoming: Abyss&Apex, Hermes, Constellations, Subterranean, etc. Before this poetry obsession, she wrote, acted in, and published plays; her most popular play, an adaptation of Anne of Green Gables, has been produced on three continents.