Beckett’s Offspring
by Faye Robertson
Email: apf.robertson@btopenworld.com
Bursting with life, in the cemetery,
I stand and muse on how meaningful
it would be to “give birth astride of a
grave”. How eloquent
to deliver onto freshly turned earth; blood
and mucus to mix with the mud; a truly
natural
birth. People would think: how
inappropriate! However, I can’t imagine
a more evocative place to nurture
a seed. It’s so peaceful here. I can feel
the breath of creation in the trees; the
river
of life running below, ferrying souls to
and fro, and I know that the bones of the
dead
would donate their flowers for
the newborn’s head.
©2006 Faye Robertson
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