Mother (Love In The Time Of Disapproval)

by Mae Foreman

Friday 24th January 2020 10:31 am (first posted Monday 22nd July 2019 8:59 pm)

The Hero's blade is showing signs of rust

"Oh sweet mother-in-amrs why are you abandoning me?"

Your deformed wrinkled ancient child still needs you

Eons have passed since the labor that separated us

Have you passed the placenta yet?

Abhoring

like your child

enduring

like your child

as if wrought with iron.

Your heavy lids betray you

Treacherous sneaky old Morpheas

You are drifting

away

from me

Sugary, frantically coveted, much longed for slumber

is stealing your worshiper's thunder

And I holler... Pity! Mercy! Help!

Oh, Encumbered Goddess, Casta Diva!

How can you let this happen to you, to us, to me; your offspring?

The praying sinner can see the loss of all meaning

Every heartfelt, sincere, hard earned word

crashes on the invisible wall you built

between us

and shatters

to pieces

Quite like my love for you

to pieces...

I see the vowels scurying away like fleas

The consonants heavy drawn to the magnetic eye of the Earth

the break and fall

piling on the floor in quaint angles

At your feet

like the dead

like the victims of some plague.

quite like me

like the dead

like the victim

of some plague

at your feet.

Begging

Love me

_Dedicated to my dear friend "A". ?

Comments

Mae Foreman

Mon 5th Aug 2019 19:56

Thank you dear Heart! The first line was added later, in editiing ?, it lacked a stronger beginning. I'm glad it worked!
Thank you for the support my friend?
Mae

Heart of Lead

Mon 5th Aug 2019 19:26

Awesome first line, really grabs the reader and pulls into the rest of the poem. I love the story you tell.

Mae Foreman

Tue 30th Jul 2019 09:56

Thank you Adam! Lovely imagery and generally a very good piece of writing! I say make it into a poem! ?
Mae

Adam Rabinowitz

Tue 30th Jul 2019 04:00

Mae...so much pain comes across in this extremely well written poem. I only wish that the dead piled plaguey letters did not beg for love from one who had none to give but instead composted into the earth to become flowers....but I like corny cheesy happy endings. Don't hold it against me.

Mae Foreman

Mon 22nd Jul 2019 21:51

Okay, some rudimentary studying in school did occur I won't lie but I was too young to appreciate it! And it was school...anything linked with school loses its charm! But I know a bit. More than I think. Homer, Sophocles, Euripides and a bit of Aristophanes but that's comedy. Yeah, mostly Homer and Sophocles! And I'm certainly very much...Greek and...tragic! Not ancient yet that's some consolation ?
Which one of Sophocles do you prefer?

Lisa C Bassignani

Mon 22nd Jul 2019 21:42

Homer? No???
I do love me some Sophocles.

Mae Foreman

Mon 22nd Jul 2019 21:23

That's so kind of you, you honor me! But sadly I haven't studied them enough, not even close... After that comment I'd better!
Thank you dear Lisa ?
Mae

Lisa C Bassignani

Mon 22nd Jul 2019 21:17

Mae, you so have the "Greek Tragedy" touch.

Nice

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