Sunday, August 5, 2012

IGWRT's Sunday Challenge "Maternal Yearning" & Friday Flash 55 (for Aug 10)

"Photography by Teresa"
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Maternal Yearning

She hovers,
over-protective arms beckon,
maternal yearning hoisted
like the Jolly Roger.

Warmth, comfort, found
within weathered, rounded shape,
ferocity, toughness exist
without question.

Warns of dark shadows
'til she's breathless.  Watches
life's wind, thunder, lightening,
threaten and strike.

Security, disregarded.
Her children preferring
to brave life's elements
rather than seek her sheltering bosom.

Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 5, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "The Sunday Challenge" featuring the photography of Terese of Razzamadazzle!  She offered her entire  photo collection for our inspiration and I enjoyed my trip through her photography.  I love old barns and horses, so this selection was a no brainer for me.

I also was able to complete this in 55 words for The G-Man at Friday Flash 55 .

26 comments:

Mary Mansfield said...

I love the image of a mother's love as a pirate flag! She certainly comes across as one tough cookie, a touch overwhelming at times, and probably a bit of a control freak. I'm thinking this is one instance that proves there is such a thing as too much love. Very nicely written, Margaret!

Margaret said...

Love your comment Mary! Thank you. A mothers' fault often is too much love :)

Kay L. Davies said...

I love this, the barn as the mother urging her children to come in after dark, so she can protect them from the things of the night.
K

hedgewitch said...

The photo was extremely eloquent to me of continuity between us and nature, as it seemed so natural there in the landscape--and you took it in a totally different direction and changed my perspective. I love your artist's eye, Margaret--you're always showing me things below the image, within the image, that I don't see. (And congratulations on having a leg up on the 55--I tried to hammer one out this morning, too...I like them to brew up a bit before I post them though.)

Mimi Foxmorton said...

This is the most beautiful thing I have read today.........

Superb!

And aye, I do love the Jolly Roger imagery.......

Well done!

Mimi
Pirate Girl

Vagabonde said...

Your words : Security, disregarded.
Her children preferring
to brave life's elements
rather than seek her sheltering bosom.
made me think back for some reason. When I used to go horseback riding in France in the fields, after a couple of hours, when it was time to get back, we did not have to lead the horses, they knew how to get back to the barn and its security. Lovely poem and photo.

Kateri said...

Beautiful--love the image of the barn as as a maternal, protective figure.

Mama Zen said...

I adore this!

Jannie Funster said...

Yes, I DO DO DO want to hear your voice reading your poem, but that little treat will have to wait from home, because this library computer has no sound.

I LOVE hearing my blogging friends' voices for the first time -- they are never as imagined. Actually I can't imagine what yours sounds like, so it'll be a fun mystery revealed.

xoxoox

Susan said...

I like this because it is so incredibly unique to personify the barn as the mother "the weathered, rounded shape" of her watching
"life's wind, thunder, lightening,
threaten and strike."
But they graze on, horses and colts and cows and calves, all
"brave life's elements
rather than seek her sheltering bosom."


Very wonderful.

Teresa said...

I love the comparison of the barn and a mother. Truly they can be protective, and I too love the Jolly Roger comparison as well. This is such a rich poem.

Susie Clevenger said...

Mother barn beseeching her children to come under her wing, but they rebel and choose to dare the elements. Great job!

Ginnie said...

Yup. I can totally see why you chose that imnage. :) Good to see you back!

izzy said...

There is nothing like a good barn and nothing like a good mother-
Those fields do not always allow access to shelter from a storm...
Nice reminder, thanks.

Grace said...

Lovely photo and I can so relate to the mother's strong need for protecting her young ~

And your early for FF 55 ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the picture of the distant barn and fields. You told a lovely story for this image to take us deeper into possibility.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

It was ever thus, and you have captured a mother's dilemma so well. AND in 55 words or less. Wow!

myheartslovesongs.com said...

i really love this, Margaret! i always knew that my job as a mother was to prepare my daughter to go out into the world, capable of taking care of herself. my desire, however, was to protect her to the point of over-protection. it was a tough fight!

Brian Miller said...

smiles...i like the use of the jolly roger there in the beginning and how that plays with your conclusion, the kids running free, secure away from her shelter...that cleaving will come for me...

G-Man said...

Margaret Bednar...
I loved Teresa's pic...Great choice on your part!
I loved hearing your voice Thanks.
Loved your 55.
Jeez...Love follows you all around doesn't it?
You deserve it all!!!
Thanks for this little masterpiece, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

KB said...

Beautiful!

MorningAJ said...

Don't all children ignore their mother's warnings and go their own way? I like this.

Alice Audrey said...

My son is almost there now. He still comes home sometimes, but on his own terms.

hope said...

I too love the image of mother's love as a pirate flag. Nice one!

Myrna R. said...

A mother's protection. I don't think we ever stop wanting to offer it. But our children, they prefer the elements. You said it so well.

˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙ said...

I love the way you read. Thank you so much for sharing that. Such a tribute to motherhood. Truly an awesome 55!
Mine is here
Have you a Rocking Weekend!
hugs
shakira