Coming And Going Colors Of life
by Debi Swim
I began in righteous redness
knitted like yarn into a
recognizable thing. I grew
in darkness, inky onyx,
warm and snug in my fleshy bed.
I came wailing and kicking
mottled mess of blood and vernix
into the afterbirth of turbulence…
and still I struggle to become,
probably always will, and yet
I’ve made a little progress
toward the coming end when
in hues of blue and parchment,
I’ll close my eyes against the bloody,
mottled mess I leave behind,
and snuggle into the inky onyx darkness
of my alabaster marble rest.
Note: Written in response to Red Wolf Poems, Prompt 246.
Debi Swim writes primarily to prompts. She is a wife, mother, grandmother and happy WV poet.