inside activities

There’s something in there, I can see it moving. And Sicily is right, if you poke her stomach the little monster does a dance.

It’s an incredibly hard thing to describe but holding my hand over Sicily’s stomach and feeling the little baby kick around is quite an experience. The other night there was a complete circus going on in there. Trapeze artists, dancing elephants, clowns with funny shoes and I swear, when I put my ear to the womb, it sounded like a brass band was playing and children were screaming with delight.

Maybe it’s a guy thing but sometimes I am amazed at how calm Sicily seems with all that ruckus inside her. This is the same person who doesn’t want to be in the same room with a weta incase it jumps on her, yet seems completely nonplussed to have something inside her feeding off her and rolling around. Sure it’s natural but so is a weta. Mind you, a weta isn’t as much fun to play with as trying to tickle the feet of our baby when it kicks against the walls.

bit of a pome

You opened like a red rose
Flower, my daughter, in the
Womb of your mother, where love,
Or a spirit like it, feeds
You in there, little monster,
Sea monster, hammerhead shark,
Butting my hand through the wall,
keeping your mother awake
At night, laughing and rubbing
Her belly like a seeress,
And you are her scrying ball.
Our blazing stone in the dark.