Literary / Arts
O Mother Mine
Paulette C. Turcotte
Volume 30 Issue 10, 11 & 12 | Posted: December 31, 2016
I swear O Mother Mine,
on the taste of the salt air
in which I awaken, on the fire trees
exalting the sky
against the world's lust.
I am alive this morning by these words,
by these eyes, by these hands,
by these times,
by these rebel forms,
I swear O Mother Mine,
by the unsettled night
by those fire trees,
by my life,
by my breath,
by my art,
by my trembling heart,
I swear by the winds and the tides,
by the banished languages of forests,
I swear by my blood, and my words
and my own fractured life
O Mother of broken mothers, I swear
by the mysterious voices,
by my ancestor's bones,
I swear O Mother Mine,
on the taste of the salt air
in which I awaken, on the fire trees
exalting the sky
against the world's lust.
I am alive this morning by these words,
by these eyes, by these hands,
by these times,
by these rebel forms,
I swear O Mother Mine,
by the unsettled night
by those fire trees,
by my life,
by my breath,
by my art,
by my trembling heart,
I swear by the winds and the tides,
by the banished languages of forests,
I swear by my blood, and my words
and my own fractured life
O Mother of broken mothers, I swear
by the mysterious voices,
by my ancestor's bones,
by my fierce and dangerous longing,
by the terrible events of these days,
I swear, O Mother Mine that no day
shall pass that I do not mourn
your afflicted, your lost, your children
of war.
in my dreams, I steal them back from
death,
I find the door, I find the key,
O Lady of the Roses, Mother Mine,
I will be for you, a dark and delicate
ferocity,
an impeccable heart,
a shelter for the children of war,
O Mother Mine, O Brave Light,
let me be a house of prayer,
a sanctuary for their holy bones.
a dream for their tomorrows.
Paulette C. Turcotte