A Mother

February 26, 2013 at 9:10 am · Filed under Good stuff, Inspiration, Poems ·Tagged Eagle, mother, Peace, storm, weathering the storm

In a story I came across recently, a contest was held for artists, and the subject they were asked to paint was “Peace”. All the artists, except one, painted lovely serene paintings of scenes depicting what we would all agree exemplified the word peace. The one, however, painted a picture of a violent storm accosting a black cliff. The judges were confused. But what none of them had noticed was a small crevice high on the rock wall where a mother eagle braced against the storm protecting her chicks. They all agreed this was true peace; peace that could weather the storm.

A Mother

 

Though morning has come

The day remains dim and shrouded

As the storm rages from off the sea

 

Waves rise and roar their fury

Then crash against the towering wall

Black stone, smoothed by eons of angry water and wind

 

In a small crevice, high above the thundering water

Trembling, bracing against the violent gale

A mother eagle shields her young

 

She waits, ever watching, ever hoping

To see the light at the far edge of the storm

The signal it will soon be over

 

The chicks—her babes—sleep beneath her wings

Unaware, undisturbed, oblivious to the danger

They dream of one day soaring… in a clear blue sky

 

Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn

 

This past Sunday, I posted a poem, Because It’s With Him, which was inspired by fellow blogger, Bro Pat, at Pat’s Devotions. Later that afternoon, when Kelvin at dVerse Poets Pub posted the weekly Poetics feature, I took the easy way out and used the same poem, rudely ignoring his prompt, “Dominant Impression in Artistic Description.” By way of apology, I offer a poem on this evening’s Open Link Night 85 based on one of Kelvin’s artworks.

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