Body Swap
Three months and my vacated womb shrinks to the size of a pear and the little bird nesting inside my belly is gone fledged to suck at my breast and I miss her body inside my body. Six months since my belly domed with the fullness of her, since my breasts grew heavy and my spine ached with the weight of her little life nesting inside me this creature to whom I gave my body this animal body with its quiet keening. Nine months since this body left its mark revealed its dark and ancient secrets, and my womb, like a bruised pear, shrank and I learned to forget the pain, the unraveling loving this heart of hers nesting inside my heart.
4 replies on “Body Swap”
I feel this one deeply!
Thank you so much, Ashley. It really means a lot to me.
Such beautiful images & what a perspective. Pregnancy & birth are usually view in forward motion. Here I was invited to remember , celebrate & carry onward the idea of my child being all mine. Thank you
Thank you, Finola. I wanted to capture that feeling of childbirth and nurturing a child inside you. How it changes your body how you are never the same. And how, sometimes you yearn for those moments carrying a child within in: safe and part of your body.