Skin of her baby was smooth, she rubbed almond oil
felt warmth on her fingers. She took her breast
that swelled with milk to his lips, pressed them open gently.

The child got heavier each day, never opened eyes;
the milk overflowed and stained her robe. She held
the child close and rocked in grief, ball of pain in her chest

from the nine months that she bore in her womb watching
the life that was filling in, limbs emerging only to be laid to rest
in an unnamed grave. Forgotten, claiming no lineage and family.

Day 10 – Poem A Day Challenge

“For today’s prompt, write a shady poem. I’ll leave the interpretation of this prompt up to you. It could be a poem that includes shadows and/or shading. It could be about a shady part of town or a shady person. Or well, something else.”

I interpret ‘shade/shady’ as ‘out of light’, ‘in darkness’. The poem is on  the love child of David and Bathsheba, who was cursed to die the seventh day of his birth, for the sins of adultery of his parents. David’s journey of atonement and healing is narrated in the text, the grief of the mother is left for us to imagine and create.

Read the story of David and Bathsheba here and here.


2 thoughts on “Sacrifice

  1. It’s such a sad story, especially when you think of Bathsheba being forced into the relationship. I like how you have focussed attention on her grief here, Uma. The patriarchal bible doesn’t do that, but we can.

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