Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Friday, May 26, 2017

Hard Labor

Sunlight slants through the window in bars of gold, collecting in a pool around my feet. Shrouded in her own darkness, my muse moans and screams. At her side, I keep yelling, "Push baby, push..." The final few words have clung to the walls of her womb for hours.

last remnants
of afternoon light ...
half-finished poem

Cattails, April 2017