To Deliver the Wind

Only one layer of skin

stands between her and destitution.

Having risked and lost,

over and over,

cyclical impotence,

can she proffer seed

to one whose will could crush the offering?

Heart bleeds sterility,

tosses back her love


 womb withers and writhes in its laborious pursuit

and gives birth to stillborn hopes.

All she wanted was to be loved in return –

but contractions breed ignorance,

and impregnation defies dreams.

Arms remain empty,

gestation begets ripening rage.

Hers was impotent implantation;

her love will only deliver

the wind…

8 comments on “To Deliver the Wind

  1. Delft says:

    Your photos are always lovely, but this one is really gorgeous!

  2. You’re writing my heart today.

  3. ericmvogt says:

    Melody, I am without words. When a poet touches the heart, then he or she has met the mark. 🙂

  4. brilliant beauty in the scared sacredness and scarcity!

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