Child of Our Time – #poetry #dVerse

There’s a girl who sleeps
under the Earth
Who has never yet dared
to draw breath
She imagines the sky
full of creatures that fly
And the grass decked with flowers
and ferns
.

In the bosom of Earth she is safe:
Grounded, firm-fixed
and serene
And she doesn’t dare wake
from the wisdom of sleep
Where she’s curtained and shielded
from pain

But in that strange sleep dreams do come
To her deep subterranean home
They grow shoots and seek light
Though its never so bright:
And with every new dream she’s reborn

She is dreaming a life that her mother remembers:
A life she has never yet known
.

Written for dVerse Poetics: ‘Let Your Words Be Your Paintbrush!‘ Tonight’s Poetics is hosted by Lillian, who has given us four images kindly reproduced with permission from the artist, Catrin Welz-Stein. You can find more of her work at her online store: http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/.

The image I chose, entitled ‘Listen’ immediately made me think of Greta Thunberg, and the moment she accused world leaders of stealing her dreams and her childhood:

So I wrote a poem about the daughter I never had. Sometimes I think it’s a blessing, because I imagine a daughter would be more upset than a son if she were unable to have children when she grew up. This is a generalisation I know, but the state of the world at the moment leads me into this kind of thinking. I still hope that we can give our children back their dreams.

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  1. This is so poignant….relates to the image so gently. I especially love the second stanza. To me, you’ve described her face so well here….how she feels in the Bosom of earth.
    The last stanza was mysterious to me….almost mythical when placed beside the image. And then I read your words at the end: “I wrote a poem about the daughter I never had” and I understood the last stanza.
    This is just a beautiful write.

    1. Thank you so much, Lillian. Unfortunately I just discovered this in my spam folder. I am having a lot of issues with comments at the moment and I do apologise!

      1. I love the image and your words. I was feeling sad having absorbed someone else’s pain in my role as a report writer investigating abuse and this beautiful poem soothed my soul. My own interpretation is different to your inspiration for writing. It spoke to me in a profound way. That is the wonder of creating and receiving. Thank you for this treasure.

      2. Thank you for your kind comment, this means so much to me. I just wish it could also heal the pain of abuse. There is so much to protect children from unfortunately.

  2. This is my second try at a comment….perhaps the first didn’t print? If you have two, just delete one!
    I think the second stanza is such an apt description of her face and how she’s feeling….her innocence and calm, in the bosom of earth….earth as her mother. I thought the final stanza was mysterious….almost mythical. And then I read your words at the end of the post “I wrote a poem about the daughter I never had” and I understood their meaning. Just a beautiful write for this piece of artwork.

    1. Thank you, Lillian – I’m so sorry this comment went to spam for some reason along with many other comments from people I follow! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment!

  3. Your first commentor is right. Your poem is a template that can fit multiple scenarios. So skillfully composed! When I listen to Greta, I feel she is a transmitter, where the message is coming from Mother Gaia directly.

    1. It is such a shame that such a young child should have to deliver this message though: we are the ones that should be responsible, and yet we need her to tell us!

  4. I love how protective you are specially with this part:

    from the wisdom of sleep
    Where she’s curtained and shielded
    from pain

    Having a child is a choice for me. I never want to think of not having any of my 3 kids because my life is richer with them.

    1. I agree, my life is so much richer with my kids. I did think perhaps I would like a girl as well, but now I don’t think that will happen. Either way, I am blessed with the children I have, so I feel passionately about securing their future on this planet.

  5. Your poem is so beautiful, lyrical, rhythmic, and so sad, Ingrid, and I love it so much. I can see how the image made you think of Greta Thunberg, and I understand what you say about the daughter you never had and the state of the world. I worried about my daughter all the time she was growing up and now I fear for my grandson.

  6. I can see how you imagine a bond between mothers, daughters and back into the earth and all the others before them. It’s harder to imagine the continuation though. I don’t feel more of a bond with my daughters than I do with me son, but perhaps that’s just me. None of them has children though and to be honest, I wouldn’t encourage them. The world is going to be a rough place for the next generation.

    1. I feel a very strong bond with both of my sons – I don’t imagine it would be any more with a daughter but perhaps different. Unfortunately I think you are right about the next generation: I fear for them.

      1. Probably different, but then each boy is different too so…
        I’d be frightened for babies being born right now. Like would German Jews have had babies in the 1930s if they’d known what was going to happen to them? It’s a bit like that. With the leaders we’ve got who’ll be dead before the real disaster strikes, what do they care?

      2. I do wonder why the leaders don’t care about their own grandchildren, unless they plan to hide them underground or ship them off to another planet…

  7. I keep coming back to this post. The piece is so beautiful and the many meanings behind it are heartbreaking and so important to contemplate. Though I don’t have any children, I have always wanted them, but have been struggling with the thought of raising a child in the world we are living in, and what things he or she will have to face that I haven’t. Thank you for writing this, Ingrid 💗

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