There, in that sunny arbor, in the aureate light filtering through the waxy leaves of a stunted banana tree,
I felt the sudden monsoon of your wrath, the clattery implosions and copper-bright bursts of the bottoms of pots and pans.
I saw your swollen goddessβs belly wobble and heave in pregnant indignation, turned tail, and ran.
Published by Chrysanthemum, Poetry Super Highway, Barbitos and Poetry Life & Times. Keywords/Tags: pregnancy, pregnant, goddess, belly, wrath, anger, storm, monsoon, hormones, pots, pans