~Linda Ronstadt
For Poetry Friday, a poem by Linnea Nelson:
Healing the Pasture
by Linnea Nelson
On our friends’ sheep farm, you pull the half-birthed
sac from a petrified ewe, jostling the slippery form and begging
C’mon little one, wake up, c’mon, c’mon. It lies
motionless, blue, in a mess of blood and amniotic membrane
and there is an impossible stretch of abject moment
during which we acknowledge the newborn is dead. As you
cease your coaxing and compressions,
it splutters, breathes, bleats to the mother
who calls back, and the lamb lives.
When a pasture is left
alone—not required to grow anything—it is said...read the rest here
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Wow. I was holding my breath. What a relief. "Oh, quiet
ReplyDeletemystery" indeed. Thanks for sharing this, Tabatha.
The way she shows us in new ways, like "the wind stopping itself in my hair" is breath-taking, Tabatha. Thanks for this poet new to me. Have a lovely weekend!
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ReplyDeleteFollowing this poet-new-to-me to her surprising poem end, I felt refreshed.
It's soothing to think of a pasture expected to Just. Be.
And of course, joy for the lambkin. I wonder how old it must be now. [I hope it didn't become veal, but that's just me.] Recently I ordered a passel of handmade wool socks for gifts & I'm hoping that's what the herd is all about.
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is Jan/Bookseedstudio [frequently I'm glitchy at leaving comments.]
Happy Weekend!
Such an interesting journey of thoughts this poem takes us on–both tender and piercing at the same time. Thanks for introducing me to Linnea Nelson, and to Terrain, Tabatha!
ReplyDeleteThat's a beautiful poem. I was afraid, too, for the lamb, and the feeling of relief heightens the rest of the poem.
ReplyDeleteWords of hope, Tabatha - which, I think must accompany healing, right? Thank you for this poem.
ReplyDeleteHooray for hope and for healing!
ReplyDeleteOh, this piece is lovely. As I read, I was heartbroken, then buoyed, and then, with the poet, content and full. Such hope here. ❤️
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