Birthing Blue by Laurie Kolp

September 1, 2015 | By | 6 Replies More

Brisk walk, a swish of scrubs
down the corridor, swaying arms
a rub of blue.

Through swinging doors:
pungency’s cool slap
one halting whiff

all eyes concentrate
on scoops and cuts,
brief glances up

as I enter delivery,
grab your hand
and squeeze.

Doctors push
with all their might
a crush, pain unfelt

as baby comes out blue
holding breath, a silent knife
until he finally cries.

Poet Laurie Kolp is the author of Upon the Blue Couch (Winter Goose Publishing, 2014) and Hello It’s Your Mother (Finishing Line Press, October 2015). Follow Laurie @KolpLaurie on Twitter.

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Category: Being, Poetry, United States of America

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  1. A scene that conveys so much in such carefully chosen words. A powerful poem.

    Thank you for sharing.

    • When Women Waken says:

      Thank you so much for your appreciation of Laurie’s poem, Diane. You’ve been generous to read as many poems and pieces as you have.

  2. Monica Flegg says:

    This poem moves quickly, the sense of urgency transfers from writer to reader and then the breath taking final stanza. PHEW, Thank you and Thank Goodness!

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