26 Jun






by L. Stewart Marsden


The pregnancy:
unique, belabored pre-labor;
scientific; exact;
every cell watched
every step of the way;
then, selected at random;
siblings frozen away
for another day of fecundity
if needed be.

desired for years,
Tearfully welcomed by mother and sire
who — glad to be finally having a child —
held onto me tightly for the

Then me,
wanting to go and be somewhere else;
wanting a place and a name for myself;
wanting to soar far away on new wings
to the edge of the sun as it dipped in the west
to an unseen vista where I could become —
so I followed it down.

wanting to be in the clutch of my home;
back to the womb and the rooms I knew best;
back to the place I was looked for for years,
where tears and warm arms and the rest of good things
awaited so patiently
for my return.


Copyright © by Lawrence S. Marsden, 26 June, 2014

2 Responses to “Prodigal”

  1. Bharti Athray July 18, 2014 at 2:51 am #

    I just enjoy reading your poetry. I takes me on journeys that you have been on. Sometimes, just reading them without comment, and letting them lie within me feels good. thank you for sharing

    • skipmars July 18, 2014 at 8:59 am #

      Thank you for your kind remarks.

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