My Poetry

A Death In Sparta

(2006)

born of Sparta
survival would not
have been for me,
crippled, I would
have been thrown
over the cliff
or left in a basket
to feed the wildlife

the generous
rights of women
never would have
been mine,
only born healthy
or a royal
would breath
have been my right,
but I am no royal

while in the womb
the cord,
around my limbs,
did twine; as I grew,
impeding my growth
my arms, fingers, legs
compressed and contracted
emerged looking crippled
at my birth

perhaps in Sparta
there would be no doctors
to counsel
time and patience
to see how my
tender little body
would respond
for within days
I emerged
from my protective cocoon

though perhaps in Sparta,
with its emphasis
on creating
the next generation
of warriors and breeders,
perhaps even my mother,
would have chosen to nurture
my growing self within her,
instead of trying to beat
me to death,
perhaps the life giving cord
would not have bound
around me
without my struggles
to escape her killing fists.

~ Kate

2 thoughts on “My Poetry

  1. I really like this poem, Kate. Thank you for sharing it. I’m so sorry this happened to you. It does make sense that if she’d been punching her belly, that that might have made it more likely that you’d get tangled up in the umilical cord. What a fierce and powerful spirit you are to survive all this!

    Good and healing thoughts to you,
    SDW

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    • Hi Sword Dance Warrior,

      “What a fierce and powerful spirit you are to survive all this!”

      Thanks! I will have to keep reminding myself of this quote. Two of my favorite descriptive words about myself are fierce and tenacious. 🙂 I am reminded of your chosen blog name, warrior, yeah you are fierce too.

      I do have memories in the womb of her doing this and then memories when I was three of her doing it to brother when she was pregnant with him. I don’t know the real truth of how I got obstructed, but I find resonance in this being the reason why it happened.

      Good and healing thoughts to you.

      Kate

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