One Poem by Anna Schoenbach

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.


In whose heartbeat did you see me?
Your mother’s, or your own?

Or was it not “beat,” but “blood”
spilled in the moment
when you first knew “pain”
and saw red drip from your scraped knees?

I saw the first sparks of sentience
in your charcoal and pigment dust
as you drew me on the wall.

We stared at each other, eye to eye,
in your first steps, your first breaths,
blinking at the light and clothed in amnion,

And I approved your transformation
from idea into human.


Previously published in the poem anthology “Primal Elements,” by OWS Ink, Anna Schoenbach is a writer, editor, and poet who hopes that she can capture even just a little bit of the awesome power of the natural (and spiritual) world in her writing.

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