Day of the Mother By David Kopaska-Kerkel

 

Her day is coming,

Pampered,  fed and bred,

Prisoner in her own castle,

She remembers wings,

But not how it feels to fly,

She can feel this, though,

Deep inside,

In her quivering bowels,

Her pounding heart,

In every nerve and hair.

 

Any day now

She’ll break loose,

Boil out of this cell,

Like a one-queen horde,

An army of Mom,

A wrecking ball.

Her children will always

Remember that day,

Those who survive it.

 

And she?

Free at last, Lord,

Free at last!

She’s pretty sure

It’ll be like flying

 



David C. Kopaska-Merkel edited Star*line [journal of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association] in the late โ€˜90s, and later served as SFPA President. He won the Rhysling award (long poem) in 2006 for โ€œThe Tin Men,โ€ a collaboration with Kendall Evans, and has edited two Rhysling anthologies. He was voted SFPA Grand Master in 2017. His poetry has been published in scores of venues, including Asimovโ€™s, Strange Horizons, Polu Texni, Illumen, and Night Cry. He is the author of 30 books, ranging from fantasy poetry to geology. Several are available on Smashwords and Amazon. The newest is a poetry chapbook, Entanglement, co-authored with Kendall Evans, from Diminuendo Press. Kopaska-Merkel edits and publishes Dreams and Nightmares, a genre poetry zine in its 33rd year of publication.
 
@DavidKM on Twitter. He and his wife live in a 120-year-old farmhouse. He shares a keyboard with two cats.
 
 
Published 5/12/19