Pamela A. MacBean
|TO ALWAYS RIDE THE LYRICAL WAVE
Over waters sparkling like peach wine,
a golden areola claimed a white striated sky
as we swayed upon a hidden inlet in our green canoe;
waves gently lapping our body of emotions
like a flaxen wild lioness washing love upon her cub.
With maternal capillaries flowing from
engorged mountain mammaries,
misty clouds ringing silver sparkled peaks,
this teeming amniotic fluid of the deep womb of the pool
trembled with life beneath us as we quietly
perceived wonders widespread around each curve.
A lonely call caught our breath and as we turned,
a loon couple dancing on rippling rhythms
drifted beside us; a tiny baby clung to the female's back
within dark feathers, eventually blending into the
nuzzling touch of soft water, disappearing into
a nurturing cove as the setting sun
wove damask upon the surface.
As we paddled toward reed-spiked shallows,
driftwood strewn beach, I reflected on beginnings;
how deep within we miss that rocking start
as we floated in our tiny sea
beside the beating of a mother's heart.
Copyright 2007 Pam MacBean
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Pamela A. MacBean lives in Northern New Hampshire. She's been writing poetry since a young girl and has always felt close to nature; the woods, the streams, the animals. A chapbook titled "Postscripts in Time" can be purchased at www.foothillspublishing.com. Recently she's been published in Interpoetry.com Issue 15, Ancient Paths Literary Journal, Small Brushes, Agua Terra an anthology by Ascent Aspirations, and upcoming in the spring issue of Ascent Aspirations and Skyline Magazine. She has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize.