Fixed gaze at the painting,
something held her in thrall.
Her eyes told something moved;
the cuboid face
started to speak,
the snake uncoiled.
Screamed,
a howl to be saved,
from imminent bite.
Cuboid face laughed,
a mirthless laugh.
She screamed-
not knowing
what frightened her.
Pitch dark city,
bathed in neon lights.
Illuminated arranged scenes;
drowned reality in its glare.
She screamed-
lost her reality.
But, then felt a kick
in her belly.
She calmed down.
Placed hands on her bump
and found her reality-
she would be a mom.
The baby resided inside,
yet, the mother stepped out.
Cuboid dread suspended.
Picture snake still hiss,
yet no bite.
Made up scenes lit up;
yet, they no longer had her.
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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Intriguing. Allowing your unborn child to ground you into reality, having to be strong for them. What are your thoughts whilst writing this if you do not mind my asking?
I was always intrigued by the maternal protective instinct. Fascinated by how a woman assumes new identity as a mother. Perhaps that triggered the poem.
Having said all those weighty words, I must confess that I don't think actively when I write. Something comes and I write. The poem took me 15 minutes to write. I was watching the telly, suddenly it came- telly went for a toss. Wrote it and then it took 15 minutes or so to wade through the spelling and grammatical mayhem.
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The poem picks at the brain with its symbolism. The snake a pregnancy and child. Is the snake phalic or satanic or does it portend wisdom is the question. Was the bite impregnation or am I digging too deep. Does stepping out of the picture symbolize stepping out of reality or into it after a vision? Questions the tumble in the mind.
I wrote exactly what came to my mind. A woman staring at a picture. At the centre there was a face, that looked very much like a drawing by Picasso. There was a snake, coiled right beside the face.
I guess what made me write was the fascination with how motherhood chanes a woman (not on abstract terms, but based on personal experience).
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You are most welcome
This is powerful, my friend. The fear you paint...cuboid face, snake uncoiled, neon city drowning reality...it all presses like a nightmare, chaotic and relentless. But the turn is everything. That single kick in her belly collapses the dread, pulling her back to what matters. A mother’s priorities don’t erase fear, but they anchor her against it, stronger than the illusions around her. You captured that shift so profoundly, my friend. Love this! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Grateful for your read and understanding. Deeply appreciate your support. Thank you 🙏
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